You Were The Storm That Changed The Skyline
There hasn’t been another like you since.
There hasn’t been another like you since.
Because losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It happens over and over again.
I know you and I are the same in that way–we bruise a little more easily than most.
I want us to talk again-about all the things we would think about, yet never thought to say out loud to anyone else.
I think you were always meant to know me a little better than anyone else.
If you love me for what you see, only your eyes will be in love with me.
Sometimes, things just don’t work out the way we plan. What’s the point in dwelling what could have been?
Tell me when you lie in bed, do you think of something I once said.
She is like
the sun to night;
a momentary gold.
And though you know it’s wrongful, there is someone else you long for.