I remember the first time we met, a day I would never forget. My friend was yours and you were his, who would have expected that to end up like this? Your brown eyes tearing up because he wanted someone old, even though I felt every moment shared with you as gold. Then things got worse, from what was love was now a curse. I never thought to pursue, even though I loved you. I was afraid to hurt someone so special, if I could go back I would make it official. But as soon as I had you you saw me for what I was, blaming yourself for some blind cause. What I remember isn't just about you loving me, just that now it's nothing but a memory.
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