When I think of you I think of how time has endlessly past and stalled by the fading yet constant memory of you
The memories of now and the memories of then are told differently in my head
Because as you now I have an overactive imagination
At Sunday night I drove you home it was quiet and uneventful with you sleeping right next to me
What I remember is a Sunday I could not end
Like a scene from a film the lighting of the street lamps perfectly placed to reveal your natural grin, as if to hint to the audience that you liked me too
What I remember is the beginning middle and end over romantic film that has been rewritten over and over again
Because as you know I have an overactive imagination
All the chasing playing laughing and cake throwing
All the *** and the dancing and every time we sat there and did nothing
Flashes like a montage of our greatest hits
What I remember is a plot of a romantic masterpiece one that can satisfy anyone's needs
But as you know I have an overactive imagination
And although I enjoy the show it was built off of exaggerations over past
The truth is it's been a very long time and I'm not sure if we'd be able to add anything new
Our story was one about an incredibly kind and beautiful girl
Who fell in love with a boy who was more brave and determined than anyone else, when it came to love
But there it goes my overactive imagination
We'd love each other then
It doesn't mean we'd love each other now
What it comes down to is that I'm not as brave as I used to be, when it comes to our love
So I quietly watch this film
Until the film wears thin
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
When I think of you I think of how time has endlessly past and stalled by the fading yet constant memory of you
The memories of now and the memories of then are told differently in my head
Because as you now I have an overactive imagination
At Sunday night I drove you home it was quiet and uneventful with you sleeping right next to me
What I remember is a Sunday I could not end
Like a scene from a film the lighting of the street lamps perfectly placed to reveal your natural grin, as if to hint to the audience that you liked me too
What I remember is the beginning middle and end over romantic film that has been rewritten over and over again
Because as you know I have an overactive imagination
All the chasing playing laughing and cake throwing
All the *** and the dancing and every time we sat there and did nothing
Flashes like a montage of our greatest hits
What I remember is a plot of a romantic masterpiece one that can satisfy anyone's needs
But as you know I have an overactive imagination
And although I enjoy the show it was built off of exaggerations over past
The truth is it's been a very long time and I'm not sure if we'd be able to add anything new
Our story was one about an incredibly kind and beautiful girl
Who fell in love with a boy who was more brave and determined than anyone else, when it came to love
But there it goes my overactive imagination
We'd love each other then
It doesn't mean we'd love each other now
What it comes down to is that I'm not as brave as I used to be, when it comes to our love
So I quietly watch this film
Until the film wears thin
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