the slow songs remind me of you
remind me we're through
and I question if it was true,
real,
authentic in any way
and my heart says "yes"
but my head says "no"
then my gut says "how could it not have been?"
and I'm still stuck here,
questioning my sanity
thinking to myself "maybe it was all a dream."
but it wasn't; I remember.
now I'm left with memories
and recollections
and hopes
and dreams
and longing.
a longing for more..
more time
more you
more we
just us
and some lust
and the chance to show you the love
that I never knew I had for you
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
the slow songs remind me of you
remind me we're through
and I question if it was true,
real,
authentic in any way
and my heart says "yes"
but my head says "no"
then my gut says "how could it not have been?"
and I'm still stuck here,
questioning my sanity
thinking to myself "maybe it was all a dream."
but it wasn't; I remember.
now I'm left with memories
and recollections
and hopes
and dreams
and longing.
a longing for more..
more time
more you
more we
just us
and some lust
and the chance to show you the love
that I never knew I had for you
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