sunday lunchtime.

Aug 17, 2007 21:39

it 12:35 again
but this time im
sitting inside the coffe shop
taking a mental image as i get up to leave
i came to tell you
i left you some letters
and i can remember so many moments
but i cant recall one single thing you said.

i could charm you with my ways
and you'll tell me its not the same.
its sad to think ive wasted so much time
forgetting the things you did that made me smile
when walking away today.
makes it all seem worthwhile.
x

in the end, ive lost nothing at all.
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