Back to February

Am no Taylor Swift fan but this song speaks so much about my thoughts.  Its kind of a late post but I just wanna clear it out and share it the cyber world and let it out in the open, let it go may or may not be seen by anyone.

I’m so glad you made time to see me. How’s life? Tell me, how’s your family? I haven’t seen them in a whileYou’ve been good, busier than ever. We small talk, work and the weather. Your guard is up, and I know why. Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses, and I left them there to die.

So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you, saying I’m sorry for that night and I go back to December all the time.It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mineI go back to December, turn around and make it alright. I’d go back to December all the time.

These days, I haven’t been sleeping staying up, playing back myself leaving. When your birthday passed, and I didn’t call. Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times I watched you laughing from the passenger side and realized I loved you in the fall.

And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind. You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye.

 

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile so good to me, so right and how you held me in your arms that September night the first time you ever saw me cry.

Maybe this is wishful thinking. Probably mindless dreaming but if we loved again, I SWEAR I’D LOVE YOU RIGHT.

I’d go back in time and change it, but I can’t. So if the chain is on your door, I understand.

 Though I wasn’t able to do that part where I would say sorry, just hoping that you had read my thoughts, or maybe my blog — the other blog would be the best chance. This song. It’s almost everything. But I am happy for you, now that you’re happy. This is so corny y’know. Well.

Moving on..

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