This is not what I was expecting Definitely not you.
A girl of few words Yet so free, she didn’t need me But she let me into her world.
She let me see her favourite place, her favourite people, and the most recent place she called home She let me into her space, but that seemed easy for her Her mind on the other hand, her thoughts That was her secret place.
Many nights I’d wonder, and my thoughts would run mad I guess I always doubted what we had, would last Because good things never do (not for me anyway) They never do, And this, felt too good. So it didn’t.
But I guess that’s what I get, for thinking that for one second, I’d know what was next.
Because now I’m sure that while she’s moved on, I’m stuck here thinking, “This is not what I expected” But I’m glad I’ve been infected, By the memories, of you.
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What is marriage? giving 50% of yourself to your lover? Better yet is it giving 100%? Is it a commitment to stay committed to what yall already to commit to? Is it the thought being able to lay next to
Entering the room consumes all in the boardroom All eyes rise all phones are placed down without a groan or a sound Walking in proud owning the floor just walked on for sure endowed Honing the sharp minds for the
She dusts her memories with thoughts and prayers for those she left behind. Longing for them like ebb and tide. She spins looms of love laden with smiles and hope And somersaults days into nights tossing her old life into