What does it mean to hold a hand? To say I'm sorry? To say those 3 small words? To spend time?
It is possible to go through the motions without an ounce of genuine emotion?
As we walk, hand in hand, following the steps we both agreed to take, where do your true intentions fall?
And so you say those feelings are there, that I am the blind one for not seeing it, for ignoring it. But there was once a day, where you eyes fell a different way. Your hand felt warmer. Your kisses lasted longer. You used to say there was never enough time. Those were the days, where I really felt like you were mine.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
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