leftcoast's Diaryland Diary



I bet this time of night you're still up
I bet you're tired from a long hard week
I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window
Looking at the city
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that every time I don't, I almost do
I bet you think I either moved on or hate you
Cause each time you reach out there's no reply
I bet it never occurred to you that I can't say hello to you
And risk another goodbye
Oh we made quite a mess
It's probably better off this way
And I confess
In my dreams you're touching my face
And asking me if I want to try again with you
And I almost do

1:22 p.m. - 2013-01-07


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