when i come undone,
the seams split where we met,
sugar kisses in the darkness,
bitter with the taste of death,
n i go back into the blue,
sinking fast beneath
the fantastic dreams
of idealism,
n laugh with you under the waves,
beneath the sun,
n dream a better tomorrow,
every day the first
first kiss
first time i missed you
first phone call
but even then i knew
deep down
it wasn't meant to be you.
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