I hate this,
i cant be with you.
i hate that i miss you,
but it was wrong,
Ive thought about you.
more than i should,
i still miss you,
i miss your sweet kiss,
and i wonder why this is,
its been so long since Ive seen your face.
its should stay that way,
i don't wanna go back,
just let me be,
i know for a fact,
you'll never be JUST mine,
out of all the things Ive learned,
I'm so sick of you,
I'm sick of trying to talk to you each night,
hoping that you'll change.
but you'll always be the same.
days still pass,
the I'm thinking about our past,
the sunny warm days,
and how it all slowly fades.
my note book has your name,
and my pen has ran out of ink,
the thought of you makes me sick,
