I truly can't help it
It's like a reflex now
Every time I see a red car I freak out
But once it passes and I uncover my face
I see the tag plate and realize my mistake
I truly can't help it
It's a reflex now
Every time I see something you'd like I reach out
But once I come to my senses and realize you aren't mine anymore
I pull away and try to close that door
I truly can't help it
It's a reflex now
Whenever I see a couple, I imagine them as us
Somehow I see me and you working it all out and being happy again
Then I remember, I wasn't enough and I let the fantasies end
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Spur of Poems
PoetryI don't consider myself a poet but certain lines tend to float into my head and I think they're pretty good. I started writing during a breakup...sorry in advance for all the heartbreak. This is me amiss my spur of poems.
