you start to notice the
changes you go through.
How things come
in seasons
both the good and
the Bad.
So when you said
you'll never
talk to me again,
share you secretes
with me again,
or even love me again.
I was okay.
Because things come and
they go,
like the wave of the ocean.
You don't belong
to me and I don't
belong to you.
You wish I did
and I wish you did
but
that's all over now.
It's time to ride
the next wave.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
you start to notice the
changes you go through.
How things come
in seasons
both the good and
the Bad.
So when you said
you'll never
talk to me again,
share you secretes
with me again,
or even love me again.
I was okay.
Because things come and
they go,
like the wave of the ocean.
You don't belong
to me and I don't
belong to you.
You wish I did
and I wish you did
but
that's all over now.
It's time to ride
the next wave.
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