Today I told your story,
In all of it's glory,
And great awe,
the listener, did find.
We had started talking,
And then we began walking,
So I asked her then
if she would mind.
If I told her a story,
That was a little gory,
But nonetheless a story,
of mine.
She said go ahead,
That's fine.
Try me now,
unwind.
So that's when I told her,
Of when I wasn't older,
Of when I met a girl oh so blue.
Yeah she was bad one,
A sweet little mad one,
Yeah that girl, was you.
I told her of the play,
On the very first day,
That kiss in the dark,
The quick sneaking away,
Everything down to
the looking away,
When I watched you go,
On the very last day.
When we said goodbye,
To all of the lies,
When we carried on,
Our own separate lives.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
Today I told your story,
In all of it's glory,
And great awe,
the listener, did find.
We had started talking,
And then we began walking,
So I asked her then
if she would mind.
If I told her a story,
That was a little gory,
But nonetheless a story,
of mine.
She said go ahead,
That's fine.
Try me now,
unwind.
So that's when I told her,
Of when I wasn't older,
Of when I met a girl oh so blue.
Yeah she was bad one,
A sweet little mad one,
Yeah that girl, was you.
I told her of the play,
On the very first day,
That kiss in the dark,
The quick sneaking away,
Everything down to
the looking away,
When I watched you go,
On the very last day.
When we said goodbye,
To all of the lies,
When we carried on,
Our own separate lives.
Unfinished.
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