Marcy
Sometimes things move so fast, There’s no time to look around, With the pace we seem to miss, All the things we found, The heart holds out a memory,
We see the things another does, Believing to know what they feel, And just because they don’t feel t… Doesn’t make it any less real, Their path they walk in their own…
I see the vista that lies ahead, With the trees a sea of green, As flowers dot the landscape, To punctuate the spring time scene… We see the path that lies ahead,
Your eyes, relay a story, of dream… Yet, the fragrance of your perfume… The heart can’t hold conversation,… But as you look at the water, you… A dream, can last a lifetime, yet…
There are things that I write, That at the time seem nothing more… Thoughts ejected from the constant… That when heard make heads swivel, They come from places the heart wo…
There is no way, to believe, in re… Yet fulfillment of, that very thin… As we ponder, points in life, deci… Can we consider, all those things,… Sitting, in this forest, with no s…
We write down words to convey a th… Or to share a different opinion, Yet if it’s a writer’s only voice, It enters another dominion, For as you write the words on pape…
Thousands of words, put down on pa… Yet they’re words only one can see… I write these letters for someone… And what they say is my therapy, I could send all of them,
Marcy, my darling, you’re the one,… There has been, no other, and neve… We were learning, of our love, and… Forever and eternity, the prizes,… You gave yourself, over to me, and…
It seems, the dreams, that, we onc… Does it mean, they’re no longer dr… For, I want, the world to see, wh… Are castles, in the sand, the thin… Can, a dream, become, fantasy, los…
On a gray and dismal day, When there’s little we can do, My thoughts turn to a buried wife, And how I fell in love with you, These daily thoughts bring a smile…
When there are days, when the worl… Never feel like you’re alone, Because no matter how bad it gets, Hold on to those you’ve known, There are always much worse things…
Are conditions, attached, to dream… As, the time, quickly passes by;wi… Are, heart and mind, in equal part… While, the mind, listens to things… The world, around, can’t see, the…
Sometimes we get lost in the thing… And it’s hard to find our way, Looking back into the past, Going forward into yesterday, There are however those rare momen…
We both have the feelings of puppe… Controlled by other’s strings, Believing that our hearts are wron… Listening to the baggage others br… And when we take a step forward,