We don’t love the same way (Not at all) This is the way I love: By knowing which shirt will make you smile; And which pants you’d prefer to wear on Friday.
By Caitlin5 years ago in Poets
The roar of voices at his funeral, The mass of humanity, The joy at his life, The joy at seeing each other again (Despite the somber occasion)
How do you find the time they say? I don't, I don't I say, I say I make the time; I make the time of lost sleep And missed moments
Two came faster than one Three came faster still I want time to move slower But I know I never will.. Four will come quickly
