There will be days when you might mention me,
Or think about where you are, and are you thinking of me?
To the one who’ll think I’m your imagination.
It felt too good to be true, more like a manifestation
And there will be hundreds bags of tea,
I wish you’d cup your hands around me.
Before you understand my situation.
Just think about all the time you’re wasting.
And I will think of you as of a dream.
Just let me narrate every scene.
I’ll love you and believe in you for real.
Because this is exactly how i feel.
I’ll keep my cool, keep playing as a team,
I’ll play my part, but we keep tearing at the seam.
Regretting to miss out on a steal.
Then again, that was never a part of the deal.
I guess, I wasn’t born to break your heart.
instead you just resort to tearing it apart.
And, maybe, you’ll forget me by September.
or i’ll still be thinking about you come December...
The taste of my lips you will recall as ****
And how me touching your hair, was your favorite part.
And nothing more than that you will remember.
and this is where i get to use the word... Never;
There will be days when you might mention me.