Right person, wrong time.
Right script, wrong line.
Right poem, wrong rhyme.
Our love was right, just the wrong l
place and time.
We felt the rush, it made our
love feel right but it was also
WRONG.
I should have let go but
it felt just right but
I also knew that my heart
couldn't take it
ANYMORE.
Right person, wrong time.
Right script, wrong line.
Right poem, wrong rhyme.
And a piece of you
that was never mine.
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