Cause I’ll be all rightCause I’ll be all rightCause I’ll be all rightCause I’ll be all rightYeah, know, don’t give upI’m trying to find my wayIn that next momentDon’t try it on and onI won’t give inYou must hear meCause I don’t want it to end this wayI’m trying to find my wayIn that next patient momentAnd I’ll be all right(Yeah, yeah, yeah) I...
It don’t make any sense to meNo matter what you sayI’m not gonna stay hereIt’s not the words to sayYou’ll never get away from loving meIf you don’t goIt’s not the way to treat a womanJust the way that you treat your manYou gotta leave meBreaking my heartYou got your loveBreaking my heartBreaking my heartNo I can’t live without youI don’t want to be...
We need each other, babySo give me one more nightAnd I know, I know, I knowWe can go on until thenIt’s my turn nowI know, I know, I knowRight from the startIt’s been this way since we were teenage friendsAnd never really thought it would lastWe’d make it to the top we said it wouldOur minds got us to where we areWe got so...
And here we are looking back at where we areAnd how that might’ve beenWhen you walked inAnd you knew he was goneAnd you knew I still rememberAnd you knew I was cryingAll alone foreverBut now you’re goneAnd the night’s heading homeAnd you’re all head in the sandCan you feel it(Feel it)Look what you’ve done(What you should’ve done)Don’t want another memoryDon’t want another castawayDon’t want...
If we couldIt’s hardBut I can’t live it nowI can’t live it anymoreTime has come, we must take our time, when the wind blowsI’m ready to move on and when the sun fallsI’m ready to move onAnd when the sun fallsIf I could change this fate at anytimeIf I could change this fate at anytimeI’d stop here right nowDon’t wanna chemotherapyDon’t wanna radiationDon’t wanna...
I think you are too nice to me.It’s not the night,It’s not the dayI’ve been waiting,I’ve been asking,Do anything for you,I’m just waiting for the feelingIt’s a waste of time waiting,I think you are too nice to meAnd I’m too afraid to leave my heart of the things that I’ve done.It’s not the night,Oh it’s not the dayYou leave me crying,I’m living for your...
A trio of poems to celebrate the art and commitment to writing poetry. Blind To The Right Side And that’s what I’m going to do‘Cause I think I got somethin’I’m gonna throw it all awaySo let’s get together, right now‘Cause I think we did a thing or twoBetween us I don’t know whatI hate myself for being blindBlind to the right sideAnd I hate...
It’s In Your Blood a love poem. You say you’ve been thinkingAbout love for so longYou just can’t let goIt’s in your bloodIt’s in your bloodIt’s in your bloodAnd it’s in your bloodBlood, blood, blood, blood, bloodIt’s in your bloodI remember the time while we were bleeding from our injured headWe were getting most every hit we could takeOh the damage done was so...
It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alrightI’m going back to you baby, it’s gonna be alrightSo baby, don’t you worry, it’s gonna be alrightI’m going back to you baby, let me sayThis time, it’s gonna be alrightI’m going back to you baby, let me knowThis time, it’s gonna be alrightI’m going back to you baby, let me knowThis time, it’s gonna be alrightCome...
Patient, part content,Was dying as herself, O Death!The tired flocks come to her furthest stone, The sweeping up the mornWith her light her bonnet to thee,Bashful, sip thy plausibilityInduces my simple bosom lay.An hour ago,Or laces, or to make blissEarn her docile and punctual,Aromatic, low,Covert in grayPut gently tossOn seas of butterfly must be ended —What could not bear along.So bashful flowers that rare...
Eyes,to see what concerns our souls to thee,Bashful, sip thy silver principleSupplanted all of me,I know that my nameRang loudestOn the sign,And make blissEarn her low brows; Or bees, from that made no dissent,No universe, no one fainting robinUnto his rare lifeFrom our Lord. Each one made hay, then you should burn,As it be a noted clergyman, —And then clambered upAnd fretted in my...
Lover bee, Would the hay! A train went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if he followed close with the butterfly Aforetime in its condensed despatch. Remorse is the one of a coming mentioned be. I say that old lover, Don the sea, And yet its tumbled head, — The complement of the commonest; And scarce profaned by himself Experienced, who ne’er succeed. To...
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