As the weeping willows bend in the breeze never to break,
I will bend as well.
I know that every kiss was real,
Every touch,
Placed deliberately
Every night spent with you in my arms was appreciated.
I knew from the beginning you may change your mind,
To wish to return to the longing stares
That I'll throw your way when I see you in a crowded room.
I knew that we could,
very well,
return to your hand moving past mine unstopped.
I'll miss letting you claim me with your lips
Allowing you to stroke my soul with words unbound
I'm not okay with the situation
But, yeah,
I'll be your friend, again.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
As the weeping willows bend in the breeze never to break,
I will bend as well.
I know that every kiss was real,
Every touch,
Placed deliberately
Every night spent with you in my arms was appreciated.
I knew from the beginning you may change your mind,
To wish to return to the longing stares
That I'll throw your way when I see you in a crowded room.
I knew that we could,
very well,
return to your hand moving past mine unstopped.
I'll miss letting you claim me with your lips
Allowing you to stroke my soul with words unbound
I'm not okay with the situation
But, yeah,
I'll be your friend, again.
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