WE WERE THERE
For a few minutes
we were all I asked for
you were there with me
by the lake, having coffee
my hands now are empty
a couple hours ago you were walking down the stairs with me
before i set you free
Now you know
I love you enough to let you go
and not let the world know
how much it hurt, how I broke
I love you enough to let you go
for you to grow old w...
Sunday 8th September 2024 7:24 pm
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