Consequences, logical of misplaced affection: this trembling sadness and hopes dissapointed The reason I wield to tell myself I knew better now only so much bitter balm
Tag: regret
Sheila Take a Bow
I wish I could sit with you there gray day, long oak table the kind of music we used to like or I liked and you liked me so you listened I would seem out of place in my Smiths shirt and pegged jeans but no matter I'd look you in the face the way I should have done Say things long overdue: you mattered I loved you more than you knew
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