Apr 7, 2018

Seeing the. Beauty through rose coulered glasses

And they let me hold on to the good times, good lines
The ones I used to hear when I held you
And they keep me from feeling so cheated, defeated
When reflections in your eyes show me a fool

Rose coulered glasses
Keep me from seeing the truth
Only seeing the beauty in others like you perhaps l need a pair of these when 
Looking at others and relationships
Even when looking at the world . . .occassionly worth examining 

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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"