My fingers are growing tired of writing about you.
Reliving our past will not bring it back,
The mistakes aren't going to just disappear
And I refuse to fight for the good times when I know you wouldn't do the same.
I don't regret our laughs,
Our talks,
The first time our lips met.
I regret how fast I fell for you charm,
And how I believed every single word you spoke.
I will never make the mistake of falling,
again.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
My fingers are growing tired of writing about you.
Reliving our past will not bring it back,
The mistakes aren't going to just disappear
And I refuse to fight for the good times when I know you wouldn't do the same.
I don't regret our laughs,
Our talks,
The first time our lips met.
I regret how fast I fell for you charm,
And how I believed every single word you spoke.
I will never make the mistake of falling,
again.
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