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I don't believe in Sundays

Charlotte Sometimes and the happenings in or not in her life

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  • Carousel Rides On Fall Days

    This love is a movie
    And that day in the grass…
    Is the scene that melts your heart
    He held my hand and kissed the tear running down my cheek
    I quickly brushed it away …
    We decided to ride the old carousel in the park
    It was beautiful and mysterious
    It reminded me why I love him
    I made sure to take the horse one away from him
    It was an old fashioned gray and looked worn out
    I kept laughing and I felt like a child
    I didn’t want the moment to end

    He looked at me in a way I never thought he could,
    The way I had wished before he would…

    But this is the scene where your heart breaks,
    because he may not be able to do the work that this love takes.

    But,
    I am volunteer to wherever this love goes
    I am a volunteer to wherever this love goes
    I am a volunteer to wherever this love goes
    I am a volunteer
    for you
    for me
    for us

    Posted on October 18, 2011 with 7 notes

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