When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me one more time
to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep,
I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind,
for you to smell the sea that we loved together
and for you to go on walking the sand where we walked.
I want for what I love to go on living
and as for you I loved you and sang you above everything,
for that, go on flowering, flowery one,
so that you reach all that my love orders for you,
so that my shadow passes through your hair,
so that they know by this the reason for my song.
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
