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.
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
