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.
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
