I'll just play my music quieter,
So you can sleep.
But how, oh how,
Can I silence this song.

Are we meant to be,
I ask myself,
Is this truly what I need?
I can't decide,
I'm just not sure,
Should I even proceed.

But then last night,
I had a dream,
And it told to me the truth.
We cannot work,
At least not right now,
Not in this subtle youth.

So it saddens me,
That this is the end,
At least for now you see.
Maybe I'm right,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Either way, it's better to be free.

The moment you left
I knew trouble was coming,
I knew there was going to be
A bumpy road ahead.
And I was right.
Now that your back,
I've tried my best to
Fill in all the holes.
But I just don't know
If I'll have the time.
I do know for certain,
That I want this to work,
I hope our paths will
Once again diverge.

The moment I'm brave enough
To think like you,
You start to think
Like I use to.

But why?

How could this have happened?
How did we switch sides?
It all seems so strange to me.
I now fight for your cause,
And you now fight for mine.

Doesn't this battle
Just seem so pointless now?

Or
      Maybe
                   This
                            Is
                             ­   Just
                                        All
             ­                                 In
                             ­                      My
                                                          Head­.

We write about love,
And it's ups and downs.
It's all we seem to know.
I know I'm guilty
Of this too,
My poems with surly show.

Forget about love,
Just for a while,
Take your mind off the thought.
Just relax and write,
About something new,
Whether you'd like to or not.

We all need a break,
From the stress of love.
So let's take a short vacation.
Let's wait a bit,
To bring back love,
Hold off it's reincarnation.

Do you really want me,
Or just someone to call your own?
Because I want you bad,
And I hope thats shown.

You keep asking,
To make things "official".
But this relationship,
Is starting to feel superficial.

We are already together,
Isn't that enough.
I don't want to announce it to the world,
I hate that kind stuff.

So I guess I'm saying,
You'll have to choose.
It's me or the title,
One you have to lose.

*We shouldn't measure our love for people by the titles we put on our relationships with them, but by how much we care about them and they care about us.

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