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
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
