Sunday, March 16, 2014

Me...

I've been imagining our story as a song or as a movie,
But it never comes out as good as written and drought on paper,
Oh how I would love to show you,
This creative artistic part of me,
But you will never see,
The girl I am,
You never see me exactly as I am,
Cause that's not the kind of girl you want me to be,
You have this vision of what you want,
What you need in a girl,
And you pretended that I had it all,
Only because you where infatuated with me,
But you know,
Flings don't hold on,
The never last,
They break,
And know I'm left,
To forget,
Me...

You ask me to forget who I was once...
But that's not something human,
We are drawn to remember and reminisce. 
























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