Only One
• Written by treezus
i remember when you were alone and you called me on my phone,
you said you were scared so we talked all night
we talked about love, we talked about life
i joked around, i wish you were my wife
too young to love, but too old to dream
til death do us part,
but life is what pulled us apart
we are nevermore
except in the persistence of memory
in my heart exists our chemistry
nostalgia of the past, uncertainty of the future
dwelling on coulda been and how things were
nobody got fingerprints like yours, got lips like yours,
got a love like yours
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treezus
Member since May 18 2015