My roots run too deep
to forget you.
The twang of your voice
and your cowboy boots.
The way you wore your wranglers
and your crooked smile.
My mind always goes back to that summer.
Phone calls that lasted forever,
watching the stars,
and holding hands.
I miss your jokes,
your laugh,
your voice.
But I don't miss you.
I know that you are not good for me
Mar 11, 2011
Mar 11, 2011 at 11:27 PM UTC
My roots run too deep
to forget you.
The twang of your voice
and your cowboy boots.
The way you wore your wranglers
and your crooked smile.
My mind always goes back to that summer.
Phone calls that lasted forever,
watching the stars,
and holding hands.
I miss your jokes,
your laugh,
your voice.
But I don't miss you.
I know that you are not good for me
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