On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
&n
