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
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
