Feb 2021
I can feel myself returning
back to that same spot:
yours, in everything but title.
yet I can't stop myself from hoping and dreaming and praying that
maybe this time
you'll be mine, too.
back to that same spot:
yours, in everything but title.
yet I can't stop myself from hoping and dreaming and praying that
maybe this time
you'll be mine, too.
even though I know you never will be.
I was a fool to think I could ever talk myself out of loving you.
I was a fool to think I could ever talk myself out of loving you.
