Now, words feel irrelevant.
False hopes are losing to reality.
"She walks the niiight"
Sorry Dallas I didn't get the memo,
17 days were not enough to love her.
Even a year went by without me knowing,
not feeling what I used to feel,
what I know I could feel.
I don't know if I can ever feel it again.
Maybe I'll find out
In 17 days.
Feb 7, 2023
Feb 7, 2023 at 2:48 AM UTC
Now, words feel irrelevant.
False hopes are losing to reality.
"She walks the niiight"
Sorry Dallas I didn't get the memo,
17 days were not enough to love her.
Even a year went by without me knowing,
not feeling what I used to feel,
what I know I could feel.
I don't know if I can ever feel it again.
Maybe I'll find out
In 17 days.
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