What Were You?
It's only in these moments
when my hand glides on paper
that I let my mind think of you
I wonder where you are and what you're doing
My hopes are high
but I'm sure you're not wasting your time wondering about me
and almost us
I dream of England and cold rainy days promised
The sun shines too hot here
I never had a problem with the heat
till you chilled me to my core
now I crave the cold
I miss nothing but the feeling I got from your full attention
The only girl in the world
Stratch that
Woman
You made me feel grown
and rich with confidence
and guilty
I don't allow myself the true me
but you embraced a part caged in
these bitter years made me forget
the memories but faded away
let the time detangle
because of fear
maybe it was real love or a fling or lust or a mystery
so I'll just chalk it up to a leason I never quite learned from
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