Someone held our hand When we walked across The street. Someone swung us through the air Holding tight with

She told him, “You’re not the same kind of kid.” He went to put up the mask, But it was already there in a perf… The more he thought he was masteri…

Jane and John were two in the sam… Both just a piece in the other one… They started so young, yet were to… Until the end of their story was e… John loved Jane.

I can’t grow up to be a Singer, an artist, a writer, a poe… A profession or languages not usua… In fact i may never be much of any… I’ve always felt short because i’v…