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Friday, April 8, 2011

Should I...

He's got his ticket for a passenger flight,
On his way up north on a Friday night.
He won't look back, he's smiling too hard
With his eyes rolled back, sippin' on his wine..

He mentioned that he never wanted to return
Back to this place where the soils burn
One look at me and he offered his hand,
But I couldn't take it and he doesn't know...

My world isn't as bright with him gone
Dwelling on our memories from dusk til dawn.
Thinking about regrets and what he said
Everyday until the day he left.
I swear, everything about us was always real,
But love can't tell reality how to feel.
Happiness is only what I wanted him to have,
So I let him go and now we're just the past..

He said he's staying here for only me.
But love is not selfish and I couldn't let him be
Unhappy with the fact that he was so far,
From where he first left his prideful heart.


My world isn't as bright with him gone
Dwelling on our memories from dusk til dawn.
Thinking about regrets and what he said
Everyday until the day he left.
I swear, everything about us was always real,
But love can't tell reality how to feel.
Happiness is only what I wanted him to have,
So I let him go and now we're just the past..

......

xoxo love, emily

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