Once upon a time, I found that love of mine.
It was in his eye's and in his touch,
without a doubt we loved so much.
As time went on our love grew strong,
we knew where we belonged.
We danced and played and made each day
a memory with our songs.
I surely wasn't ready, the day God called
him home. I wanted to go with him, I
can't bare to breath alone.
Six years has come and gone so fast,
but still my heart feels empty. I know it's
time to let someone in, but how do I let
go of our dance?
A kind man asked for my heart today,
I wanted to turn and run away.
If he looks in my eye's he may see my soul,
my pain that's hidden within.
Or was this man so kind and gentle sent
here for a reason? Should I give this man my
broken heart and see if it feels pleasing.
I couldn't bare to go through this again,
my heart would just stop beating.
By Bevi Jean
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
Once upon a time, I found that love of mine.
It was in his eye's and in his touch,
without a doubt we loved so much.
As time went on our love grew strong,
we knew where we belonged.
We danced and played and made each day
a memory with our songs.
I surely wasn't ready, the day God called
him home. I wanted to go with him, I
can't bare to breath alone.
Six years has come and gone so fast,
but still my heart feels empty. I know it's
time to let someone in, but how do I let
go of our dance?
A kind man asked for my heart today,
I wanted to turn and run away.
If he looks in my eye's he may see my soul,
my pain that's hidden within.
Or was this man so kind and gentle sent
here for a reason? Should I give this man my
broken heart and see if it feels pleasing.
I couldn't bare to go through this again,
my heart would just stop beating.
By Bevi Jean
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