I admit
from time to time
I wonder where we'd
be right now
I usually draw a blank
It's not something
I've experienced before
I wanted it to happen
with you
I wanted to be a
grown up woman with you
I wanted a mature relationship
Not just groping in the
backseat of a car
I wanted you to
meet my mom
I was so happy
I smiled
My mistake
It's always
my fault
You could've said Goodbye
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