But now I'm not with you,
Do you still care?
Looking through your pictures,
Do you still stare?
Telling myself 'moving on is all that I can do'.
Then again, I still don't understand you.
You make me write when I have the words.
Of the days, we shared the same soul urge.
I wish it was 'happily ever after'.
I wonder did 'we' even matter.
Well clearly, it does to me, and secretly,
You're all that I want to see.
Melancholy,
Scared of unreciprocate,
Shuffling lies,
The truth always hits me late.
I long for you, and me to be,
In the cards.
What dreams may come to those chasing,
Shooting stars...
And what happens when you catch one?
Reminiscing on being within your hand's touch.
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