![]() Introduction: “Stop wasting your time looking for the key to happiness… the door is open and unlocked… just walk through it.” ~ Steve Maraboli, Scars ~ Lyrics You're setting off It's time to go, the engine's running My mind is lost We always knew this day was coming And now it's more frightening than it's ever going to be We grow apart I watch you on the red horizon Your lion's heart Will protect you under stormy skies And I will always be listening for your laughter and your tears And as soon as I can hold you once again I won't let go of you, I swear We lived through scars this time But I've made up my mind We can't leave us behind anymore Your hands are cold Your lips are turning blue, you're shaking This fragile heart So heavy in my chest is breaking And in the dark, you try to make a payphone call to me But you're miles away You're breaking up, you're on your own It's hard to take I need an hour just to say hello But I can't make the truth of this work out for you or me And for all the pennies in your pocket, We barely get a second just to speak We lived through scars this time But I've made up my mind We can't leave us behind anymore We'll have to hurt for now But next time there's no doubt 'Cause I can't go without you anymore Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah We lived through scars this time But I've made up my mind No, we can't leave us behind anymore We'll have to hurt for now But next time there's no doubt 'Cause I can't go without you anymore No, I can't go without you anymore Sugar... I hope you like this song... I picked it for you Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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November 2020
Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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