When You Lied Next To Me
as late as it is,
its another beutifull evening,
if it had been like all other days,
you had been lying next to me.
if love is such a mess,
then why make me fall in it,
because i was fine with the friendship we had,
and the times we lied next to the bed
i dont know if my tears have dried,
or is it that the pain has fully died,
because if i recall my best memories,
was the one's you lied next to me.
now am lost in empty thoughts,
i'm finding my way to the top,
and trust me if i ever do,
i will be fine lying with my true boo.
Copyright © Sarah Enoch | Year Posted 2012
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