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.
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
