You could be happy
La la la la la
We both believed in fantasy
So we dreamt
She was no longer happy
So she had to go
It was 1463 nights ago
Too many words unspoken
Too few kisses given
No warmth from embraces…
She said she had to
My touch was too distant
My kisses too cold
The fantasy no longer appealing
So now she tells me she is happy
In another mans hand
She finds love
She no longer believes in fantasy.
but I know she isn’t.
her gaze
She still dreams of us
The few kisses
The unspoken words.
The cool kisses
unfinished.
pls keep it OG
