Past Tense - Poem by kenyell stigler
I'll count the days, you count the night's from time to time my heart stops, i pay attention to you more than i do my work and you don't even notice i play my part, things change and things past like the memory of you was always blast but i felt like you were playing with my heart and i contunied to laugh, the times we spent talking at the bus was just play, play i liked you and you threw it away see maybe one day you would see you could of had me instead of somebody,
i liked you aot and you played with my heart maybe we can renverse this so i can play with your heart baby you had it good, and you could of had this your going to look in the future amd you going to wish you still had all this..
something special something you cant resist! !
-*be you and everyone who is anyone will change for you instead!
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