draft of new
there's something missing here,
one of us should care,
but neither of us make the time,
doesn't happen,
doesn't happen.
as i drift further away,
and i turn to wave,
to a back that has never turned,
what happened,
what happened?
though my heart is afraid to,
let go of you,
to fall for another girl,
it'll happen,
it'll happen.
it's strange my memory,
remembers the things,
how they were meant to be,
never happened,
never happened.
posted by fillshe @ 6:48 AM
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