I sometimes pretend you were just a vision-- something I made up to keep me happy.
But I remember it all so vividly-- your red pants, that grey shirt, the cologne you wear and you leaning on the wall waiting for me.
Did you move around a lot trying to find the "right" way to stand on the wall? Did you get nervous when I arrived? Did you feel the pressure I felt?
I'll never forget the humidity and the way I stared at you when I first saw you again.
I'll never forge the butterflies when I tried to smile but frowned instead. I'll never forget the way you asked how my trip was and I replied awkwardly how I needed coffee.
I'll never forget the way I looked at you... Knowing we had only one week and then it would be over.
And I'll never forget how by the end of the week I lost myself completely... And let every wall I ever built fall down for you.
you kissed me goodbye... And meant it.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
I sometimes pretend you were just a vision-- something I made up to keep me happy.
But I remember it all so vividly-- your red pants, that grey shirt, the cologne you wear and you leaning on the wall waiting for me.
Did you move around a lot trying to find the "right" way to stand on the wall? Did you get nervous when I arrived? Did you feel the pressure I felt?
I'll never forget the humidity and the way I stared at you when I first saw you again.
I'll never forge the butterflies when I tried to smile but frowned instead. I'll never forget the way you asked how my trip was and I replied awkwardly how I needed coffee.
I'll never forget the way I looked at you... Knowing we had only one week and then it would be over.
And I'll never forget how by the end of the week I lost myself completely... And let every wall I ever built fall down for you.
you kissed me goodbye... And meant it.
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