Secretly i knew we were going to be,
i knew that you were meant for me.
I knew it was wrong and selfish to do,
and my feelings and thoughts were mirrored by you.
She remembers love.
She remembers it from a long time ago.
So long ago, that she only recalls the good times.
Her first dip in the sea of pure happiness,
An aeroplane passes over,
and I know I'm higher than the people on board,
yet I imagine them happier, more fulfilled than me,
while i repeatedly strum a new-found chord.
Sat on my bed with paper and pen,
wondering if we'll be ok again,
My mind a haze, a haze in this heat,
this unwanted feeling has found a free seat.
The nomad walks with a face to the floor,
memories upon memories and regret to the core.
He's had his chances and threw them away,
at yet he asks for more each day.