I must not let the mere thought of death steer me from living when, indeed I greet...
The ground is the Gardeners canvas...
It can be made Edible and Pure...
Pure and Colorful...
It's not a true story But it's true to form,
Pert young woman From Yorkshire.
I think I know what HELL is It is the thought That you never loved me It is the...
I thought I was the gardener in my own little garden. That I decided what seeds to plant...
Once there was a way to get back home but now The autumn leaves has since...
I thought to clear the air for the reason I didn't message you...
Seeing you didn't leave me any...
Some things just don’t matter to me I don’t look at life the way you see it I have my own...
I just wrote I love you in the snow That don’t happen everyday you know But it...
A shieldwall before the dyke, broken into lines in my skin, never clan tartan, ...
How we see ourselves is not how we're seen...
When we don't understand what we don't understand...
I think Dorothy expressed it best There’s no place like home no matter who you ask I’ve had...
From voting age I have been only with two parties...
Everyone around me was always with the one I...
Today I was confronted with temptation It seemed to be my inspiration Should I fight it or...
The days are going fast, there' so much to achieve, so many places to go, some you never want to leave....
Her belief in me guards the foals of spring
Her prayers from long ago ...
