by Arcassin Burnham




Remember,
when we use to come up short,
full of money,
september,
was the only year,
i could talk funny,
make you laugh,
make you smile alittle,
maybe throw a blush in there,
or maybe a giggle,
i hoped you havent changed your ways,
thinking about tomorrow,
months , years , days,
havent seen your sympathy to borrow,
or talk about your feelings,
baby did i cross your mind,
are you down and willing,
but for some,
not so much,
it could all be so simple,
if you didnt care that much,
wasting time,
looking at the time,
is it my time,
wish it was,
losing you,
already did,
but now im crying,
stupid decisions ,
made us break.