I'm sorry for all the poems they mean I didn't talk to you I'm sorry that a lot of them are wrong making me sound destitute There is no hate between us there's simply no room but the past through our thick locks we are trying to groom I want to think of the future I want you to think of it, too not as teenagers clinging in rebellion but as beings learning the true meaning of what it is to live to love to grow and to know other avenues that are bigger than us to learn from them and maybe, just maybe I'll find you in a coffee shop playing music and I'll be sipping tea and we'll have learned that there's more to life than what appears romantically.
I'm always going to have a place in my heart just for you. Simple truth.