Can I stop the time and make you stay?
Please stop growing up for a little while
But I promised to not stand in your way
Especially when it’ll make you smile
As you leave my heart is torn
But I always believe in magic
Like the way you believe in unicorn
In a world full of lies and static
You will always be my little girl
Who believes that unicorns are real
You are more precious than pearl
Near or far, my love you’ll always feel
Hey, how have you been?
I’m still wondering deep within
Still waiting for a shooting star
While loving you from afar
Hey, I hope everything’s going well
I’m missing you so much you can tell
Bear in mind that now until then
You’ll always be my eleven eleven
The best is yet to come, some may say
You just need to wait and not walk away
But what if the best already came
And you let it pass because you’re lame?
How do I hold on to something so beautiful
When I know down inside I look like a fool?
Would it be better to just let go and move on
Rather than stay not knowing what’s going on?
I was ready to move on and find my peace
I’m way past crying I thought will never cease
You knocked at my door and made me weak
One hello from you is one tear down my cheek
Need I say more?
Mature kind of love
I asked the heavens above
I will call you my own
And I will never be alone
To have and to hold
Til we’re wrinkly and old
This is the kind of moving on I want
Jenny Young : Do you think I can have one more kiss? I’ll find closure on your lips, and then I’ll go. Maybe also one more breakfast, one more lunch, and one more dinner. I’ll be full and happy and we can part. But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time. One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest. My hope is if we add up the “one mores” they will equal a lifetime and I’ll never have to get to the part where I let you go. But that’s not real is it. There are no more one mores. I met you when everything was new and exciting, and the possibilities of the world seem endless. And they still are… for you, for me, but not for us. Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn’t just grow apart, we grew up. When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately sometimes things don’t break, they shatter. But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter. And in those moments when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I’ll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it’ll always be. Because it was US. And we were magic. Forever.
I should have done this a long time ago…..
Amen to this!
