You seem like a memory. A fond memory. One I'd never like to forget, but it's hard when there's nothing around to remind you of it. Sure there's little scribbles and love notes but had I imagined them. Had I imagined the sickly sweet girl who changed my world, who then changed herself. I stuck it through. Through our hard times and yours and then when things seem to be brighter you left the thing that was always there and it doesn't seem like you've looked back. It's crazy to think it's already been 8 months since we were so in love. Who would've known eight months could change a lifetime. That a couple hours distance could break us apart. When I said I'd love you forever I meant it, but now I'm not so sure your words were as true. I'll wait around like i always had.
I'll wait, I'l fucking wait for you.
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