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
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
