Young Love
So many nights I held your jacket near
Fighting and holding back every single tear
Though, truth be told I had no reason to cry or grief
I hurt myself
My hearts sword being let from it’s own sheath
I love in terror for the fear you’ve moved on
It’s come to the point
All I do is drown in a sea of songs
Now I’ve lost interest
My feelings on death row
I think back to amazing times
Our forbidden dances that lasted until our feet couldn't move
Now lost and forgotten
It doesn’t matter
I don’t care
It’s your life
You're free to roam anywhere
Just please, In the back of your mind
Remember
Im still here.
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