Timing,
it is everything.
The time I met you,
nothing seemed right,
except us.
But we could not be.
You are happy with her.
That is respectable,
but we wanted each other.
We just couldn't.
Now I can't get you out of my head.
You said if timing was better,
we could be together.
But timing isn't better.
Our timing *****
but does it?
Everything happens for a reason.
Is our story just beginning,
or was it over before it started?
Now as I sit and think of you,
I resist the urge to pursue you,
Because you deserve better.
She makes you happy.
I just want to be happy.
Timing,
it is everything,
but you can make it your own,
but should I?
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
Timing,
it is everything.
The time I met you,
nothing seemed right,
except us.
But we could not be.
You are happy with her.
That is respectable,
but we wanted each other.
We just couldn't.
Now I can't get you out of my head.
You said if timing was better,
we could be together.
But timing isn't better.
Our timing *****
but does it?
Everything happens for a reason.
Is our story just beginning,
or was it over before it started?
Now as I sit and think of you,
I resist the urge to pursue you,
Because you deserve better.
She makes you happy.
I just want to be happy.
Timing,
it is everything,
but you can make it your own,
but should I?
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