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Created on: June 02, 2008
I want you now,
more than ever,
Maybe because your gone,
maybe because your memory was refreshed.
I don't want you gone forever,
But who knows if we'll ever be together.
I don't know if we even could,
if the timing was right,
Or if the circumstances were different,
I had you once,
but that's not enough,
I want you now,
It was not the right thing,
before- we both know,
But still i wonder,
could it be in the future?
We we're to young,
I rushed in to fast,
I somehow still think though,
If we had taken it slow,
we could have lasted,
I wish you we're here,
to talk to and to hold,
When I looked in your eyes,
I wanted you bad,
and now that your gone again,
my heart feels so sad,
It ackes with this feeling,
that i can't seem to change,
I don't even know what it is,
but i must tell you it pains.
We we're to young,
this i know is so true,
but i still wonder,
could i still have you?
I think back now,
and know i should have done different,
Our memories i regret making,
and yet at the same time,
i know i loved them in the making.
Every time i saw you,
it put a smile on my face,
but now all it does,
is make my heart cry,
It cries out to me,
It hurts in my chest,
I now know better,
i know can see,
Even though we we're together,
it was not the best thing to do,
we should have waited,
till i knew me,
and you knew you.
To young we were,
maybe in a different time we would have made it,
but now all we'll know,
is the memory of you,
and the memory of me,
maybe in a different time,
we could have been 'we'.
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