Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell roses
From a couple of miles or more.
In case you haven't guessed it,
It's noses I'm talking about here,
And although I've never expressed it
As for mine, it's unique, I fear.
For handkerchiefs, it's rough.
It's hard to know what to do.
A small white cloth isn't enough,
So I use a bedsheet or two.
Perhaps I shouldn't be complaining.
Who knows where things went wrong?
Certainly, I should be abstaining
From sticking it where it doesn't belong
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
The first time we ever met
Your name was all I knew
But as we got to know each ot
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
