The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
