Life and love can be displayed as a simple smile, but only the true feeling can be displayed by a kiss.

You were different, You were real, But I, was only a fool

I Miss the memories, the laughs, the cries, but only with you, will my heart forever lye

They say they miss me.... Yet not a phone call to be heard, a letter to be seen, or a person to be touched

If life itself holds the answer then what is life, but a blissed memory waiting to be forgotten

What will happen when the future becomes the present, the past is forgotten, and dreams become a blur in time? Will you still be there to pick up the pieces when I've fallen? Or is that just a wish waiting on?