We talked to each other like lovers often do.
You gasped when I touched your leg and I laughed.
I cried when you left and you smiled.
The days crept together at the close and I knew it was over.
I began to panic as I tried to think of ways to keep you.
I still think about you but I imagine that you're REALLY gone.
Because the idea that you live just up the street is too hard to handle.
It's almost been four years and can you believe I still remember?
The way your hand fit perfectly in mine and how I wanted nothing more than to please you.
The story was flawed and so were the circumstances... And though it was young...
it was strong and it will never leave my heart.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
We talked to each other like lovers often do.
You gasped when I touched your leg and I laughed.
I cried when you left and you smiled.
The days crept together at the close and I knew it was over.
I began to panic as I tried to think of ways to keep you.
I still think about you but I imagine that you're REALLY gone.
Because the idea that you live just up the street is too hard to handle.
It's almost been four years and can you believe I still remember?
The way your hand fit perfectly in mine and how I wanted nothing more than to please you.
The story was flawed and so were the circumstances... And though it was young...
it was strong and it will never leave my heart.
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