Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Come June..
I've got this motivation to keep pushing myself to go further.
I've got this goal that makes me want to step up even higher.
I've got this feeling that I know I can do this which makes me stronger.
I am adamant, to achieve this goal, no matter how long or how hard it takes.
I just have to keep my head straight.
Be in the game.
Cause I know once I slip, it's harder for me to get back on.
This might affect my loved ones or people around me.
But if it's for the better, I shall keep on doing this.
Note to self: I've got this.
But what is IT? Really?
*shrugs*
And If My Heart Should Somehow Stop
The wind changed, the first day that you came through
cut the corn, washed it clean
now everything that's ever gone before, is just a blur
it's all because of you
and now i find, this cities like a stranger to me
I once was fooled by cadillacs and honey
but no one feels like you
not like you
not like you
not like you
Cause even though the flower fades something takes it's place
a marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a a pretty face
Then in the forest i made my home
lay down on hard and ancient stone
then if my heart should somehow stop
I'll hang on, to the hope
that you're not too late
that you're not too late
And there are times I know when I will have to chase you
the further from my side you go, the longing grows
and though I hate this, I'll still want you,
I will hate this, but I'll still want you
Even though the flower dies somethings by it's side
a helping hand or a kiss goodbye, to ease it on it's way
cut the corn, washed it clean
now everything that's ever gone before, is just a blur
it's all because of you
and now i find, this cities like a stranger to me
I once was fooled by cadillacs and honey
but no one feels like you
not like you
not like you
not like you
Cause even though the flower fades something takes it's place
a marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a a pretty face
Then in the forest i made my home
lay down on hard and ancient stone
then if my heart should somehow stop
I'll hang on, to the hope
that you're not too late
that you're not too late
And there are times I know when I will have to chase you
the further from my side you go, the longing grows
and though I hate this, I'll still want you,
I will hate this, but I'll still want you
Even though the flower dies somethings by it's side
a helping hand or a kiss goodbye, to ease it on it's way
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Longing...
The touch of your hand is like Chardonnay
I never could get enough of it even if I try
If you want to do it all over again, you may
Because I love every second of it, I can't lie.
© Sher™ 2011
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