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.
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
Love is a mystery
never to be solved
when two people have a history
and a
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
