I saw you the other day, you hair glittered in the sunlight and I recognised you from a long distance away. The memories stirred inside me, the thoughts began overtaking my mind. And as I approached, I wondered if you felt like that about me. I'm sorry, I really am. I wish we could start over. And as you walked away and did your own thing, I saw you look back at me.
I don't know why, maybe you weren't even looking, just staring off into an oblivion, maybe you didn't recognise me.
But our eyes met, but they parted just as fast.
I want to take it all back.I regret what I did.I wish I hadn't stuffed it all up. I'm sorry, but it doesn't matter now.
It's too late.
I always want what I can't have.
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