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What Would Life Be

What would life be with out friends like thee
I’ll tell you, like no longer being free.
Imagine what life would be so sad and blue
To go through life without that special you.
And I know we live so far away
Through the internet we are like castaways
Never get to touch or hug you for this I only pray
For some day I hope we can meet
To hug and laugh and dance to the beat
I know this would be a treat
For now this is all I see
Is my good friend here with me
Just think what life would be
Without friends like thee

First Time Love

For the first time in my dismal life
I feel love flow in my heart
the same heart once thought cold and lifeless
fills with glorious joy and happiness
because of a woman
whose spirit is full of passion
her eyes that shine like sapphire stars
filled with warmth and beauty
a smile that brings happiness to my sad existence
I have never known love until now
because of the way she touched my heart
took hold of my depressed soul
and showed me the beauty of life’s wonders
everything that I thought impossible
all seems to be within my grasp
I see everything in a new light
because of something I thought unworthy to feel
to feel love’s tender kiss
and I bask in its beauty so
because of the feelings of a woman
whom I would love now and ’til
my heart beats its final note to life’s great song

I’m sorry

I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through
It must’ve been very hard on you
I’m sorry for all that’s been said and done
I was the moon, you were the sun
I’m sorry for not making everything right
But the situation I was in, was very tight
I’m sorry for not lending you a hand
If only I could be a better friend
I’m sorry if it seemed like I didn’t care
Lucky for you, your special- someone was there
I’m sorry for breaking your heart
For forgiveness, where do I start?

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.