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.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
My family's gone; there's no one home.
It's only me who's home alone.
I shouldn't
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Stress is eating at me every minute and second of the day, how do I cope with the horrible effect
Love is not a thing you get a lot
but love the girl you have got
she is always th
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
