I'm Still Here Lyrics Novels & Stories

So I felt Lucas hug me tightly. “I'm here, Darling. I won't leave you. Okay, so you don't cry anymore, I'll just sing for you. ” (Play I will be here by Alessandra De Rossi) Tomorrow mornin' if you wake up And the sun does not appear I... I will be here If in the dark we lose sight of love Hold my hand and have no fear 'Cause I...I will be here He started singing as he combed my hair. I savored the coolness of his voice that enveloped my ear.

* *What if I'm not strong enough* *To rise and start again? *But then I feel this heartbeat* *Growing deep inside* *And I know I'm not alone here* *No matter what I decide* My hand moved from the guitar to my stomach. Just for a moment. Just enough. The crowd stirred. Whispers spreading like wildfire. *So call me over, call me done* *Call me yesterday's news* *I'll still be here tomorrow* *Living what I choose* *I'm not your phoenix rising* *I'm not your comeback queen*

“I chose him.” “And now you don’t have that choice.” The words hit harder than anything else. Because they strip everything down to one truth. He’s not here. And I am. Alone. My hands curl into fists. Trembling. Not weak. Not helpless. Something else. Something darker. “I’m still here,” I whisper. “Yes.” “I’m still standing.” Barely. “But I am.” The space responds. Subtly. Like it’s listening. Like it’s waiting.

And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing Over all the noise God, I'm so blue, know we're through But I still fuckin' love you, babe "Stay with me." I sing by moving my hand in front of my left hand as if holding a mic, ri

‎ ‎Then, finally, I whispered, “I’m still here, Isadora.” ‎ ‎She didn’t answer. ‎ ‎Didn’t even blink. ‎ ‎But I meant it. ‎ ‎Even if she didn’t want me to be— ‎ ‎I wasn’t going anywhere. ‎

He lolled his head back in lazily, eyes closed just taking a few minutes of silence. He didn’t realize how long he had been resting like that, but when he opened his eyes at Chati’s question, he saw they were already out of the area where the office was located. “Where would you like to go, Master?” Siri snorted, “Where else can I go? The mansion, of course.” Chati cleared his throat, “If you want, I can take you to the apartment..”

“Stay with me.” ***

"Do I laugh like that? Do I speak? Do I move? Do I look like that? I can't remember what I'm good at (Heal me, heal me, heal me, heal me) Where are you at? Where are you at? (Heal me, heal me, heal me, heal me) Where are you at? (Heal me, heal me, heal me, heal me) I keep looking in the mirror 'Til I see myself, I see myself, eh Hey lover, will you blow my cover? 'Cause I'm not myself, I'm not myself I wake up in the middle of the night

'I want to run far, far away To a place where I feel I can stay Stay somewhere I feel welcome And not like an outcast Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please...' The last line is not quite there. I can’t seem to reach into my mind to pluck out the correct piece in this poetic puzzle. "It's not the right time. I have to go home and do it." I couldn't think properly. The school bathroom is not a place to write poems.

She was so scared, not only because she thought she had a wound but because of the darkness that surrounded her and no one else around. Jesabell knew where she was because she had chosen that place earlier. She was so scared, not only because she thought she had a wound, but because of the darkness that surrounded her and no one else around. “I’m on my way. Don’t turn off the call, okay? Don’t be afraid and be strong.”