Do you remember the way I couldn't keep my eyes off you?
The way that I couldn't keep my hands off you?
How a smile crossed my face when you were in sight?
My God, I couldn't even feel your warmth because it was a spark to my **** imagination.
Do you remember my texts?
My pictures?
My late night outfits?
Dinners?
Dancing?
Oh how crazy I was about you!
It was almost love..
Almost.
I remember how suddenly you just stopped calling.
I remember how I was left waiting for you to pick me up on Saturday night.
I remember you stopped answering.
How you stopped trying.
You wouldn't even hold my hand.
I remember how I would call you and you wouldn't answer
You just left...
Gone.
Now you're back, and as much as I wish we could get back what we had, you see; its gone.
You missed this train.
You could have been the one, enjoying, celebrating life, but you missed it.
It's gone, and almost doesn't count.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
Do you remember the way I couldn't keep my eyes off you?
The way that I couldn't keep my hands off you?
How a smile crossed my face when you were in sight?
My God, I couldn't even feel your warmth because it was a spark to my **** imagination.
Do you remember my texts?
My pictures?
My late night outfits?
Dinners?
Dancing?
Oh how crazy I was about you!
It was almost love..
Almost.
I remember how suddenly you just stopped calling.
I remember how I was left waiting for you to pick me up on Saturday night.
I remember you stopped answering.
How you stopped trying.
You wouldn't even hold my hand.
I remember how I would call you and you wouldn't answer
You just left...
Gone.
Now you're back, and as much as I wish we could get back what we had, you see; its gone.
You missed this train.
You could have been the one, enjoying, celebrating life, but you missed it.
It's gone, and almost doesn't count.
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