Treasure Island

cheyennne briggs

(augest 7)

I nevered imaged

I nevered imaged that i would miss you as much as i do
I nevered imaged that i would love you as much as i do now
I nevered imaged that you would move on so fast
I nevered imaged that me and you wouldn't be us anymore
I nevered imaged that i would cry so much
I nevered imaged that i would hurt so bad
I nevered imaged that i would want you back as much as i do
I nevered imaged that i wouldn't have enough guts to tell you i love you
I nevered imaged that we could go this long with out talking
I nevered imaged that i wouldn't be able to listen to songs
I nevered imaged that when i seen you we looked the other way
I guess i should have imaged
I made the choice and yet i regret it

Submitted: Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Edited: Monday, October 05, 2009
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