well the truth is ...i miss you
i feel pathetic for saying this
but i am still in love with this boy
is it unrealistic to say that i think i may still end up with him
no one has ever had a hold on my heart like him
I remember everything
The words we spoke on freezing South Street
And all those mornings watching you get ready for school
You combed your hair inside that mirror
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears
Something about those bright colors
Would always make you feel better
But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone
It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance
But there was once you