Was It You, Was It Me - Poem by Russell Crow
Oh, these years haunt me still
like these ice cold tears...
The seconds pass by so slowly
like rain drops scrolling down car door window
The glass I look through
I can only ask it to bring me back to you
but my question becomes the careless squirrel
passing in front of the turning wheel...
Away from you
how far can I get away from you
to avoid fondly of your thoughts
to avoid hastily cursing you like you cursed me
doomed to love you
without you loving me
What we had, was it perfect
far from it but at least it was real
well real to me
This is not the way things were meant to be
The siren's whisking me away from you
how dare they
slap handcuffs upon my wrist
ripping me away from our tryst
while she lay there bruised, beaten, teary eyed
but slowly forming a smile
as they pulled me away
Will I ever get her back
maybe I break out
maybe if I could unhook these chains
this is not the way to go
What did I do so wrong to you...
You claimed my heart for yours
by placing it on a string
and then sent me away...
Was it you, was it me
this isn't how it's supposed to be
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