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Did it work out the first time around? Do you still roll over in the mornings, Look at him, And think to yourself 'this is the best moment of my life' Or Are you here and he's there? Are you still waiting on his phone calls, Waiting for him to say 'I love you and I need you back' Have you sent letters, Emails, left voicemails? Telling him of every set of scars that spell out his name Right in the center of your chest? Because if it worked out the first time, Write a book. Let the bitter ones know what it's like.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
To the girl on the city bus who wears his name on her ring finger:
Did it work out the first time around? Do you still roll over in the mornings, Look at him, And think to yourself 'this is the best moment of my life' Or Are you here and he's there? Are you still waiting on his phone calls, Waiting for him to say 'I love you and I need you back' Have you sent letters, Emails, left voicemails? Telling him of every set of scars that spell out his name Right in the center of your chest? Because if it worked out the first time, Write a book. Let the bitter ones know what it's like.
I saw a forty some woman on the bus. She has a lovers name tattooed on her ring finger. She looked lonely.
TangledSpine
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
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