I played that song that makes me think of what you said
Now two days on your face is a shining image in my head
The funny thing is me and you are long past obselete
And despite all of that I'm still quietly trying to compete
I guess the old habits of my nature die long and hard
But the best thing is I don't think either of us left scarred
Still, there's the sweet memory of that secret wry smile
So typical of you- 'I'll let you know in a little while'
But I can't help but think you're trying too hard to sever me
And I swear to God you shouldn't... Because you're just my quiet reverie.
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Romance
PoetryA collection of my romantic poetry, long and short, smooth and sexy. Either way it hits the spot :)
