Weren’t we in love?
Now we shake hands.
It’s been almost two years,
And life’s still just as bland.
Now and again I think about everything.
From our first day to the last.
We felt like we knew each other,
But we hadn’t met in the past.
Sometimes, I think I hate myself for it:
Falling in love at eighteen.
Now stuck in the Present,
Did I mean anything?
Was it good to pass the time?
Was it your reason or rhyme?
Was I your chapter sublime?
Girl, I know you were mine.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
Weren’t we in love?
Now we shake hands.
It’s been almost two years,
And life’s still just as bland.
Now and again I think about everything.
From our first day to the last.
We felt like we knew each other,
But we hadn’t met in the past.
Sometimes, I think I hate myself for it:
Falling in love at eighteen.
Now stuck in the Present,
Did I mean anything?
Was it good to pass the time?
Was it your reason or rhyme?
Was I your chapter sublime?
Girl, I know you were mine.
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