Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Baggage Claim

Everybody has their own emotional baggage. You can't make it to my age without picking up at least a little.
I like to pretend that I have just a carry on... While I stand in front of a pile of steamer trunks.
Last night I set some of that baggage down. I let some things go. It was a very small step in the clearing process that I need to do, but it was hard as Hell none the less. It was a good night last night.

I didn't dream.


you're too sweet to let go of
but I don't need to fall in love
now I'm too tired to talk my way out of this one
it's a losing game I've had enough

it's too late to make things right
and there ain't no strength left in this heart of mine
now we make quite a pair
but we never got our share of good times
sure were fun to fight

little silver heart
that you once adored
and you don't wear my heart
around your neck no more

you're too good for this game of mine
and girl I know I never treat you right
just a little silver heart
send my lucky star
on a little silver chain
valentine

little silver heart
that you once adored
and you don't wear my heart
around your neck no more

all the tears I cried for you
they don't mean a thing
all the tears you cried for me
they won't change me

you're too sweet to let go of
but I don't need to fall in love
now I'm too tired to talk my way out of this one
it's a losing game I've had enough

-Lucero

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At August 28, 2008 11:36 PM, Anonymous JRB said...

Only a day late for the Monday run.
You know where I am if you need me.

 

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