I don't write alot, but per the rules, I started a thread dedicated to the times that I do. Here's something that I wrote. It's part of a song (well, just a chorus/verse/chorus so far). I'll be adding more in the future as it comes to me, or not, but most likely.
Quote:
Why is it me, and why's it okay?
I put it to the test, but I can't do it every day.
I love it in hindsight, but hate it today.
I had you in my heart, but now my heart has gone away.
I miss your face, the soft of your touch. I’m flippin’ through your pictures, but sometimes pictures ain't enough. I told you that I loved you. I held your hand and kissed your lips. Ran my fingers through your hair, put my hands upon your hips.
You had my heart. I gave it to you every chance. I still remember the look in your eyes the first time we ever danced. I felt your soul, your head upon my chest. Those were the good times, and these are just the rest.
Why is it me, and why’s it okay?
I put it to the test, but I can’t do it every day.
I love it in hindsight, but hate it today.
I had you in my heart, but now my heart is gone away.
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