They say...we're to young to know love. And that's how it started
to seem. But if were too young to know love...why do you still
inhabit my dreams? Because even now that you're dead. Baby I find
you in deep in my mind in my seams. I want you there, but I also
want you to leave. Your beauty is haunting me... I've come to dread
my bed. That's where I meet you every night. You fill up my head
with laughter, smiles, kisses, your touch, your smell in my
atmosphere. Honey I wake up in tears. Knowing that you're not here.
I can't tell you how I feel anymore dear. Who will I vent to? About
how much I miss you? When I'm alone in my room, and I turn on that
radio. And I hear your favorite song. Flashbacks flash back.
Everything goes wrong. I remember seeing you lying in a puddle of
your own blood. Teeth smashed in, skull cracked back around your
snapback. Red splatters on your white T. I told myself "It's just
red paint and this a prank", my mind was blank. You blinked once at
me. It meant the world, those to me, were your last words. I had
only turned my head for a moment. In a moments time I lost you. I
had forgot you, Meant the world to me. In that second I remembered.
I wish you could've known. I wish we could've found out together.
That I was in love with you.
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