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
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
