

No oneI'm on the outside looking in No one sees me No one notices me staring No one notices when I leave No one notices when I arriveNo one
I speak, but no one listens I nod, but no one cares No one but me


My GardenIn my garden I smell the sweet gladiolas and watch the tall purple irises sway in the gentle summer breeze. Seeing new pea pods, I pick a few, open them and eat the sweet little nibs. I can feel the soft, warm dirt on my bare feet. In the air I can smell the freshly mowed grass and the scent of lilacs. Butterflies land gently on the flowers and bees buzz to and fro. Birds sing and swoop to catch the insects. A squirrel hurries from here to there, not stopping for long once he spies me. A rabbit munches on dandelion leaves at the edge of the yard eyeing me warily.My Garden


My dream deadYou were gone before I met you Your songs still haunt my days They seem to be my own dreams Turned to music, longing to be sungMy dream dead
I hear your life in your music I hear a friend I want to meet When I know there is no chance There was a slim one once
But that dream is gone It died one day And I find myself still wishing Still dreaming of meeting you
So much I wanted to say to you So much I wanted to hear from you My dream is dead How can I live
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"all that is now and all that is gone
and all that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon"
eclipse- pink floyd
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