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May 2015
I saw you just last night at our old hang out.
Hadn't seen you in such a while
And though I contemplated striking conversation,
being bold was never quite my style.
So I watch you from the corner of my eye now.
As my head floods with denial and with doubt
And though I'm brimming with inspired revelations,
I just sit here and reminisce about:

When you were mine.
Oh, when you were mine.
When you were mine...
But when you were thinking about me I had other things on my mind.

And I'm far too weak for this to go unnoticed.
But I'm far too strong to let you see me cry.
And though I crave so hard to tell you what I'm thinking,
I care way too much for subtleties to tell you outright.

So I just smile, when you look my way.
And I pretend that I'm happier this way.
Make believe this was all part of my plan,
as I watch you walk away holding her hand.
I'll just watch you walk away holding her hand.


Now I might pick up the phone later tonight,
with your number dripping from my finger tips.
I might happen to mumble something stupid.
The words: "I love you" just might escape my lips.
But ****, I might just be too fond of day-dreams.
Cuz being bold is certainly not my style
And though I'm dying to tell you what it is I'm thinking,
I care way too much for subtleties to tell you outright.

So I just smile, when you look my way.
And I pretend that I'm happier this way.
Make believe it was all part of my plan,
as I watch you walk away holding her hand.
I just watched you walk away holding her hand.


Now I'll go to bed tonight and just think about you,
and how I can't believe I let you get away.
And though for all these months I have kept so quiet,
the little girl inside me is begging me to scream:

Wish you were mine.
I wish you were mine.
Wish you were mine...
But when you were thinking about me, I had other things on my mind.

And I'm far too weak for this to go unnoticed.
But I'm far too strong to let you see me cry...
And though I'm dying to tell you what it is I'm feeling,
I care way too much for the subtleties to tell you outright.

So I just smile. And I'll turn away.
Tell myself I'm much happier this way.
Make believe that I even had a plan,
when all I wanna do is hold your hand.

But I just watched you walk away....
Natalie Holmes
Written by
Natalie Holmes  Tampa, FL
(Tampa, FL)   
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