 "Shine - My Love" by Diana Mary Sharpton Introduction: “But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.” ― Calla Quinn I have been in the dumps lately. Let's see why... First Reason: A good friend from work retired and this was her last week. She is moving back home to Waco and leaving that horrible commute behind. Her dream was to get a job close to home to be with her husband through out the week and she finally got one. I am very happy for her but sad at the same time. Second Reason: I had a small wreck in my somewhat new car. This hurt my feelings but happy no one was hurt. So, I will get over it with a deductible in hand... lol! Third Reason: There is an artist website which I am a member and also part of various groups. Well this week some of those group Admins sent out these ridiculous emails to group members. One was so mean spirited, threatening expulsion if members did not follow the rules and accusing people of not being artists. Just an opinion but, negativity is never a catalyst to creativity. If being an Admin has this type of affect on your emotions, it's time to give it up... just saying. I look forword to the long week-end! "Time After Time" Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick And think of you Caught up in circles confusion Is nothing new Flashback - warm nights Almost left behind Suitcases of memories Time after Sometimes you picture me I'm walking too far ahead You're calling to me, I can't hear What you've said Then you say - go slow I fall behind The second hand unwinds [Chorus] If you're lost you can look - and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you - I'll be waiting Time after time After my picture fades and darkness has Turned to gray Watching through windows - you're wondering If I'm OK Secrets stolen from deep inside The drum beats out of time [Chorus] You said go slow I fall behind The second hand unwinds [Chorus] Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time I need you in my life Sugar and miss you terribly... Comments are closed.
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January 2019
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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