I'm sorry that I stole her from you.
Even if your love wasn't true.
I didn't wait my turn,
Instead, I took it from you.
There's a hint of sadness in your eyes.
It was always there, but more disguised.
She needed more than shared taste in music.
I gave her my heart and she doesn't abuse it.
It's nice, for me, finally.
And it will be for you, too, eventually.
She's in a place that's years ahead,
Than finding comfort in boys, in bed.
At least I hope, that my words are true.
Just know I'm sorry. I stole her from you.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
I'm sorry that I stole her from you.
Even if your love wasn't true.
I didn't wait my turn,
Instead, I took it from you.
There's a hint of sadness in your eyes.
It was always there, but more disguised.
She needed more than shared taste in music.
I gave her my heart and she doesn't abuse it.
It's nice, for me, finally.
And it will be for you, too, eventually.
She's in a place that's years ahead,
Than finding comfort in boys, in bed.
At least I hope, that my words are true.
Just know I'm sorry. I stole her from you.
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