I was 17 whn I met him
He became my latibule
He was my Lulu
And being with him was sulit...
Woolgathering together,
We would live in Sweven..
Holding hands, teasing, caring
Everything we would do,
But whelve our feelings.
From dusk till dawn
We would talk and talk..
From being sleepyheads,
To becoming Noceur
Things changed forever ....
Now we are 20,
And being with him is still a dream...
We're friends,still....
But we've grown apart ..
Not in distance...but from heart
Now we're solivagant ...
Raring to go, and feel retrovallies,
But in reality, we're biting dust...
Burning the bridges....
And I know...
Even his soul itches...
We both love each other....
But weren't together...
We are now living on own...
Fighting with our own feelings,
But it's all gone....
