Missing youThe way you knew just what to say to get a smile But more for the times you didn't, but got one anyway The way you'd take my hand at all the right moments But more for the times your hand found mine and you just decided to keep it The way your eyes made it impossible to hide the way you felt But more for the times you didn't try to hide it The way a hug could make any sadness dissolve in a heartbeat But more for the times, in a hug, I could feel your heartbeat, and know there'd be no sadnessMissing you
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Where mother earth meets father sky They'd find a place and wonder why Time just ceases to go by And in this timeless realm they wait For something to reveal their fate But will this knowledge come too late? Can this lost child forget to hate? Way off into the endless sea Time just stops and ceases to be A child's heart is there somewhere Waiting for someone to care And as the water rages on This child's hopes are too far gone For once a child waits so long To call them such is simply wrong In years an adult will ret
A Simple ThoughtIf I could see you Just one more time every day If we could talk a little more Today than yesterday One more wave as you say hi A sideways glance while passing by It all comes down to one more reason for me to smileA Simple Thought
A smile that shifts my thoughts From what’s around me to what’s not I find my head up in the clouds
’Till I see you in a crowd A simple thought, it could go nowhere So why am I so scared
A little time to share To take a walk, or just to talk It could start anywhere Unspoken will you dance with me
Matters of the HeartWhen your heartstrings pullMatters of the Heart
in two directions it’s impossible
to choose. No matter what you
do part of you wins and part
will lose.
There is no thinking logically, no formula to use. When it
comes to matters of the heart to think is to abuse.
But following your heart is
hardly ever quite enough; when it pulls in two directions, it
makes it kind of tough.
Some insist that they must fret, while others let it go. When it
comes to matters of the heart it’s
impossible to know. &nbs
*Sad*
Sadness
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