I am yours
Really, I thought you loved me forever How could I miss the passion and the commitment? My arms wanted to wrap you up from now on We knew so much together and loved so much together I’d never
Really, I thought you loved me forever How could I miss the passion and the commitment? My arms wanted to wrap you up from now on We knew so much together and loved so much together I’d never
Written by Stewart Acuff Walking this path, this long path is part of the deal or the Not s’posed to be fun S’posed to be part of the struggle, la lucha This is what you do led by
Written by Stewart Acuff I had to do it I just had to do it Looks kinda like I may be Out of the game I loved her so long–decades–that I couldn’t not taste her And feel her and know
Written by Stewart Acuff Today is her day Mothers’ Day When she is reminded the love of her life is her kids We could get jealous For what? Her love for her kids Means more love for us Love begets love Love grows
Written by Stewart Acuff I have not an ounce of anger tho your leaving hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt I carry no regret Hope is slipping through my hands I feel. I feel hard Sadness Real sadness Blues sadness I
Written by Stewart Acuff You know John Henry You know the steel drivin’ man Bob Arnold was my John Henry He never drove no hammer But he could drive them fists Bob and me got caught in so many juke joints
Written by Stewart Acuff The routine stays the same Coffee, trip to the gym Weights, cardio How does it stay the same? When everything is different? She left. And took it all with her Not the furniture or the kitchen stuff Just the
Written by Stewart Acuff I am watching our 6 month old puppy lying on your couch with my boy idly gnawing the blanket in the pre-dawn gray feeling all the love in this apartment and
Written by Stewart Acuff Maybe Maybe she does Maybe she does but I don’t think so I don’t think she knows her leaving never stops hurtin’ Her absence is never ignored She cannot know how much I’ve loved her all
Written by Stewart Acuff Hard Saturday, this one Open the pictures you sent Opens the heart still unhealed This heart probably ain’t gonna heal Folks use words like love and forever awfully loosely But I don’t or can’t see an end