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Maybe the reason
I canít stop loving you-
Is because like they say,
When one door closes on yesterday,
Another one opens on a new day.
And underneath it all-
I would rather hang on
to all my broken hopes and dreams.
Maybe, I never want to stop loving you-
So that Iíll never get hurt again -
Maybe itís safer...
to hold on to what I know & what we had,
Than to dare to hope & dream again -
The thought of someone new - does cross my mind -
But underneath it all -
I tell myself, I stll love you.
As always; Body, mind and soul.
I have to admit;
You were the love of my life, my everything.
And I tell my self, nothing will ever be the same-
You get just one shot at the real thing.
And our thing, was just never meant to be.
Knowing all that, as I do,
still does not set me free.
And I canít stop loving you-
And maybe, maybe itís because -
I simply donít want to open tomorrowsí door.
And I donít ever want to hurt like this again.
With this awful ache, forever more.
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"There was a child went forth every day, and the first object he looked upon and recieved with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became... And that object became part of him for the day... or for many years or stretching cycles of years." Walt Whitman
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