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| photograph by Augusto Gandia at Photograph Prose |
My mind keeps replaying how it could have been
But then I count your breaths like I'm counting sheep
And pretty soon I'm smiling and I'm falling asleep
We're still here
We're still here, babe
They say a tree grows stronger in the broken parts
I guess that it's the same way with broken hearts
And though we've hurt each other some along the way
My love for you keeps getting stronger every day
And we're still here
We're still here, babe
And who would've thought that the boy from the band
Would fall for the girl who couldn't carry a tune
But now you've got me dancing under the stars
Singing silly love songs up to the moon
So now I don't care if the world stops spinning
'Cause I would still wake up in the morning grinning
I know that other loves may have come to an end
But I'm sticking with you because you're my best friend
Yes, we're still here
We're still here, babe
We're still here
We're still here, babe
Yeah, we're still here.
submitted for Jingle Poetry, Poetry Potluck 22: Love, Bonds and Relationships
submitted to Photograph Prose
submitted to Thursday Think Tank, #42 Love at Poets United
On 4/25/11 my husband and I celebrated our 18th anniversary! I am so thankful to have him in my life.
