the first time i knew this would be our last
i should have held you tighter than i did before
and looking back at that time you kissed me at the red light
i should have rested my head on your lap and acted like everything would be alright
but instead i was caught in the moment
thinking you were crazy
i said "pay attention to the road"
i missed an opportunity
you don't even know
now you're gone
the what if's and the maybes wouldn't have even mattered
you would have still left
on that quite
saturday
c.r.
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Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess
Poetrymel.an.chol.y ˈmelənˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
