Listen very carefully
You were never sweeter than salty
That smile you used to use
Simply left an impression, a bruise
Oh, precious hours
Once happened all the time
Young at heart, no longer a teenager
Her teardrops are anything but endangered
Now I'm the one whom is elated
Though I'm still happy we dated
This dear little heart is fated
For pastures conjugated
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Listen very carefully
You were never sweeter than salty
That smile you used to use
Simply left an impression, a bruise
Oh, precious hours
Once happened all the time
Young at heart, no longer a teenager
Her teardrops are anything but endangered
Now I'm the one whom is elated
Though I'm still happy we dated
This dear little heart is fated
For pastures conjugated
I kinda enjoy writing from this perspective. I find it harder now that I'm no longer in Love. Still enjoy taking the occasional shot at the proverbial hoop.
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