I was not the perfect friend,
Or the neat and tidy,
But you had enough love in your heart,
And your heart led the steady rhythm within.
I came with frayed edges, and scratches,
So contrasting to your friendship bright with colors,
You make the cradle for my soul,
The very fabric which keeps me warm.
......
"It's not that it was the worst
but it was very bad," the old
man said.
"I wasn't hanging but the noose
was so thick around my frail neck.
I was nine. And the
forest was
dark.
Night.
And holding me, they made my
......
It’s a feeling that has no words to describe,
when the late autumn leaves fade color.
Quietly waving a final goodbye
in the chill as morning mist hovers.
It’s something between a pure feeling of peace
and a loneliness down to the bone.
Perfect tranquility rests on the air,
but the sadness won’t leave you alone.
......
It’s a feeling that has no words to describe,
when the late autumn leaves fade color.
Quietly waving a final goodbye
in the chill as morning mist hovers.
It’s something between a pure feeling of peace
and a loneliness down to the bone.
Perfect tranquility rests on the air,
but the sadness won’t leave you alone.
......
I was not the perfect friend,
Or the neat and tidy,
But you had enough love in your heart,
And your heart led the steady rhythm within.
I came with frayed edges, and scratches,
So contrasting to your friendship bright with colors,
You make the cradle for my soul,
The very fabric which keeps me warm.
......
"It's not that it was the worst
but it was very bad," the old
man said.
"I wasn't hanging but the noose
was so thick around my frail neck.
I was nine. And the
forest was
dark.
Night.
And holding me, they made my
......