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 am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
If Four Is A Party So This Is A Parade
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
You're the best thing to happen to me,
So let our love fly free.
You're my dream
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
I've always viewed life from the sidelines,
Just watching it passing me by.
In th
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
