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.