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Had it been a different hour. I would have taken this flower. And this world would have been ours. Wish I did have the power. Had it been a different day. I would have loved to stay.
Again, based on people I know and such but not true. Following on from "Valentines Day", as requested by @minxyMolly ------------------------ You got on my bus again today.
Her beautiful smile was like a beam of hope, as I stared at her with no kind of realization that I was. I felt as if that one moment time has stop in place.
I sit inside and I creep you Think about all the ways you could have been And should have been mine About the moments back then when you were there right under my nose and yet not even a sideways...
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*makes a call* Answer machine: Your call could not be reached at the moment please try again in 5 seconds, 4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second, 0 seconds.
So here we are again. Into the rain. We said it was through. And a broken heart we drew. None of us wanted to stay at the home. That inside our young love started to bloom. So we both opened the door.
Well, it was never Us There was always you, always me But there was never quite Us. - On a bench we'd sit Looking out at the same place, Breathing the same morning air, Filled with early summer...
I'd taken myself home. I was a little annoyed with Lloyd, but he'd taken the time to explain that she was looking for me, just didn't have much time.
we always said we'd try to watch a film,. all the way through,. but this aim was surreal,. just going back,. all those unfinished sat,. I've worn more hats than watched a full movie with you,.
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine.
He liked me. I never saw. I liked him. He never saw. Friends with hints. Didn't help us much. I did not care. He did. Until he stopped. Feelings came around. I liked him. He liked me. I said nothing.
10th grade As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine.
The old man rolled his tobacco, enjoyed his smoke and sat on the same bench in front of the circa 1940s marina every Saturday morning.