Awake most of the night, I thought of you. And when consciousness left me, I dreamed of you. For true. Somehow you're unable to leave my mind, But I don't mind because I've never been in. . . no, that's not what was supposed to happen, that wasn't planned. Will you regret it sometime, Will I be sorry. It was much easier when we were young, because these were just games. But then, maybe they still are, because at the end of every game there must be a loser, to lose quietly and gracefully, and then, to start all over again.
Reason for writing:
Young, and in love.
Birth sign: Not entered
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