you arent a thing.
you probably wont be a thing.
but i regret not holding you when i had the chance.
i was there, and so were you.
it started that night.
you stood and talked with me forever.
and then you were gone.
the whole time im thinking, why me?
then, i saw you again, and that time.
you were surrounded.
but you stood there.
and i stood there.
and i let my hand rest on your shoulder
and that was that.
this isnt a thing.
but its what i feel.
and i wont know what you feel
because you never tell me.
perhaps we'll meet again.
perhaps.
No comments:
Post a Comment