If We Met Again
If we met again;
would I know what to say?
How to act?
Who to be?
Would you fall in love again,
or walk all over me?
I wonder everyday;
would it be the same?
Could you ever smile
and take away the blame?
Do you know my motives;
for the decisions that I made?
How I would cry every night
on the pillow where I laid.
Should I bring up the past
or let you go and live?
Do you know how it felt,
having nothing left to give?
Do you remember the notes
of the song that you created?
All of the simple pleasures
and the passion when we dated.
Do you feel the anger,
from every fight that we had?
The fake facade and convincing,
that it was never really bad.
The promises and riddles,
the immaturity and fun.
The foolishness of thinking,
that you would be the one.
The sacrifices and endings.
The beginning feeling shy.
The last final moment,
when I whispered to you- goodbye.
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