is it too late...
can we start over?
will you give me a chance
to make right, my wrongs.
i know i hurt you,
and i know i pushed.
but only because i was afraid.
of what exactly?
i guess the fear of
being let down.
you seemed too good to be true,
so i pushed and pushed
until you were just out of my reach.
now who hurt who?
i don't want you to be
the one that got away,
so let me make it up.
i promise to do better
and be better for you.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 5:31 AM UTC
is it too late...
can we start over?
will you give me a chance
to make right, my wrongs.
i know i hurt you,
and i know i pushed.
but only because i was afraid.
of what exactly?
i guess the fear of
being let down.
you seemed too good to be true,
so i pushed and pushed
until you were just out of my reach.
now who hurt who?
i don't want you to be
the one that got away,
so let me make it up.
i promise to do better
and be better for you.
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