My stomach drops
when I think that I will never have you.
I'll never hold your hand,
I'll never sit by you and listen to you talk.
I'll never call you when something bad happens.
Or something good.
I won't be the one you hold
on rainy days.
I won't spend hours next to you
just watching you laugh and memorizing
every little thing about you.
And something inside of me dies,
when I think that some other girl
will be doing all these things with you.
And you'll be doing them with her.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
My stomach drops
when I think that I will never have you.
I'll never hold your hand,
I'll never sit by you and listen to you talk.
I'll never call you when something bad happens.
Or something good.
I won't be the one you hold
on rainy days.
I won't spend hours next to you
just watching you laugh and memorizing
every little thing about you.
And something inside of me dies,
when I think that some other girl
will be doing all these things with you.
And you'll be doing them with her.
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