I try to fight the smileWhenever you text me back,This secret obsession is eating me aliveWhy can't I tell you how I feel?There's something deep inside of mePreventing me from making a fool of myself.
Dark beach, brown eyesChampagne and a bottle of wineFresh air, hold my handLet's just lay under starsCan we stay here forever?Where no one everBothers me anymoreBaby, there's nothing betterAnd no one everMade me feel this way.I know I can talk to youYou understand meAnd that's what friends are for.You can talk to me tooI know you need it,That's what matters the most.
Everything we once hadGone to waste by a single nightWe both messed upWe made our bedNow we lay in it.All the things that we lostAll the roads that we crossedFeel like hell since you've been gone.What can I say?I never would've guessed it.
Jolt of market-carts ;Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ;A black sky lacquered over with blueness,And the lights of Battersea BridgePricking pale in the dawn.The beautiful hours are passingAnd still you sleep !Tired heart of my joy.Incurved upon your dreams.Will the day come before you have opened to me ?
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.Why should we defer our joys?Fame and rumour are but toys.Cannot we delude the eyesOf a few poor household spies?Or his easier ears beguile,So removed by our wile?'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;But the sweet theft to reveal,