I remember that day,
that day we met...
Walking down the street,
I notice something shine...
I sit at my desk,
and stare out the window...
A girl and a boy,
At the age of three...
Little boy Tim,
With his blanket so soft...
This may perhaps be,
The most random poem ever...
Walking down the street,
I notice something shine...
Fear is just a four-letter word. |
Life is like a nose, everyone blows it. |
When life gives you lemons, throw them back and ask for cookies! |