the first time i knew this would be our last
i should have held you tighter than i did before
and looking back at that time you kissed me at the red light
i should have rested my head on your lap and acted like everything would be alright
but instead i was caught in the moment
thinking you were crazy
i said "pay attention to the road"
i missed an opportunity
you don't even know
now you're gone
the what if's and the maybes wouldn't have even mattered
you would have still left
on that quite
saturday
c.r.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess
Şiirmel.an.chol.y ˈmelənˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
