The years have passed
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry

The cỏ neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines

Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may Kiss the ground
without having a mess of my face

There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to di chuyển on
is as painful as letting go

My tim, trái tim goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how

But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to

Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game

But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow hoặc the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt

your smile brightens up the world
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
bạn make me laugh
and thought of losing bạn made me cry

your tim, trái tim is as deep as ocean
bạn are calm in sticky situations
bạn are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
bạn can see my pain through my eyes

it's bạn that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
bạn are the cá đuối, ray of light in the darkest night
bạn gave me new hope of life
bạn are always there for me

we have to different ways
but i will never forget bạn and your friendship
we might fall apart but
bạn will hold my tim, trái tim forever

the times we had are precious jam
bạn like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you

The end of the summer is here again.
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.

Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?

Remember,

bạn said...

bạn said
bạn would
try to make
this up.

bạn said
bạn wanted
me bởi your side.

bạn said
I would be happy,
I would be
happy this time.

bạn said.

bạn said
bạn wanted
the fresh start
for us,
bạn said
bạn wanted us
back,
bạn wanted
me back.

bạn promised.

bạn said
bạn would
try,
bạn said
that things
would be better
this time,
bạn said
I would feel
better
from now.

Remember,
bạn said.

No thêm tears,
bạn said,
no more
empty words,
remember?

bạn said.

bạn said
bạn wanted
a fresh start
for us.
bạn said,
no thêm pain,
bạn said,
no more.

And no thêm lies
now I say,
sell them
some where else.
Broken promises,
that's all
bạn gave,
no thêm pain,
that's what
bạn said.

THe world is cruel,

when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.

we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make

and that one ngày someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate bạn for who bạn are,

because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader

because I have brown eyes
because bạn have white skin

because I have two dads
because bạn have one mom and no dad

because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish

And why will people do this?

Because the world is a cruel place.




None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge bạn by.

Throughout misty forest
bạn seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.

Bad luck follows bạn
like a hook,
won't let bạn go,
won't leave bạn alone.

bạn smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that bạn hope for.

Devil is calling your name,
leaves bạn not,
bạn don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give bạn a strength.

bạn long for life
that bạn don't know of,
bạn seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.