I remember the first time I met you,
17, wasn't I?
You were a different cage of bones,
A soul made of stones,
I still let you sweep me away,
Always with pleasure.
At 18 we were still fighting,
For survival, for love, for us,
I left plenty of times,
Only to be back,
Always with pleasure.
At 19 it was a little too much,
I left the town I knew by heart,
And entered a world without you in it,
It was all so distant.
But late at night,
When my heart ached for your words,
I found my way back to you,
Always with pleasure.
Now its been 3 years,
You're busy with your life,
Those birthday messages go unseen,
With all the pain you caused me,
I should never see you again,
But even today if you speak,
And ask me to meet,
I will always come,
And get my heart broken again,
Get my hopes high and wreck them,
Collide into you to crash into a wall,
Get bruised and broken,
Start all over again,
Always with pleasure.
