I find myself in the same repeating pattern that I swore off the last time
Nobody changes much
And I didn't change but
I blindly believed you'd love me for me and wouldn't just leave like you swore to me each night
For beautiful nine months
You didn't mean it enoughI dream of picnics and parks, breakfasts in the dark
You seem lost
My plans of marriage and sun, dreaming just for fun
You had notI bind myself to the same repeating pattern that I poured my soul into
Nobody changes much
I didn't change but
I blindly relieve when you say that you love me and say okay I'll stay for one more week, then we're through
My beautiful love
What happened to us?Still, I dream of picnics and parks, breakfasts in the dark
You seem lost
I planned for marriage and sun, dreaming just for fun
You had not
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.