Once, what feels like a millennium ago, I met you.
You were the stars in my eyes,
you were the new "New".
A while ago I thought I knew
you,
but as it turns out, I simply hadn't a clue
about you.
I thought that what we had was something true,
but today I know that you
are not the person who I knew.
Maybe I thought it was logical to want to pursue
you;
but I threw
that stale, old reasoning in the waste-paper basket.
I know my feelings will still be true,
even if you
are not who I thought I knew.
I wish you were a part of my life,
but thinking of you
just makes me even more blue.
All that I can say today,
is that "birthdays don't mean much anymore."
What about you?
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Once, what feels like a millennium ago, I met you.
You were the stars in my eyes,
you were the new "New".
A while ago I thought I knew
you,
but as it turns out, I simply hadn't a clue
about you.
I thought that what we had was something true,
but today I know that you
are not the person who I knew.
Maybe I thought it was logical to want to pursue
you;
but I threw
that stale, old reasoning in the waste-paper basket.
I know my feelings will still be true,
even if you
are not who I thought I knew.
I wish you were a part of my life,
but thinking of you
just makes me even more blue.
All that I can say today,
is that "birthdays don't mean much anymore."
What about you?
For SPC