When I met her
She set fire to my cold
December soul
She made me
Feel
Something
I never
Have before.
I fell in love with
Her.
But
She fell in love with the
Idea
of me.
So here I am listening
To the song
That played
that day
I knew I loved her.
We were lost,
Yet I felt found.
I was home
She was my
Home.
It's 2am and i'm
Walking around this campus
lighting a cigarette
Reminiscing on that day we took the wrong train
To Central Park
And how I kissed you in the station
without a care of who was watching
for in that moment it was just
you and I
Perfect.
I can't help but
Keep you
Alive,
Every kiss
Every touch
Every moment.
And I know you never really loved me
But I know I’m going to search for you in
Everyone I meet.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
When I met her
She set fire to my cold
December soul
She made me
Feel
Something
I never
Have before.
I fell in love with
Her.
But
She fell in love with the
Idea
of me.
So here I am listening
To the song
That played
that day
I knew I loved her.
We were lost,
Yet I felt found.
I was home
She was my
Home.
It's 2am and i'm
Walking around this campus
lighting a cigarette
Reminiscing on that day we took the wrong train
To Central Park
And how I kissed you in the station
without a care of who was watching
for in that moment it was just
you and I
Perfect.
I can't help but
Keep you
Alive,
Every kiss
Every touch
Every moment.
And I know you never really loved me
But I know I’m going to search for you in
Everyone I meet.
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