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I Meant To Tell You
I meant to tell you, before I forget:
I remember when you used to laugh with me.
I remember lying in your bed, you sleeping in my arms.
I remember every time I tried to leave,
you wouldn’t let me go. . .
I remember you running in the rain,
and still looking like the brightest star in the sky.
I told you my whole life story,
you listened with open arms.
I remember we used to text for hours,
our conversations always started the same way.
When I told you how much I liked you,
you said, “well I like you more.”
We’d lie down next to each other,
and look into each other’s eyes…
We always went to Taco Bell.
You said “are you sure you’re not Mexican.”
You didn’t care though, you liked it too. . .
When I was driving,
you always laid your head on my arm.
I loved it when you did that.
You always fell asleep…
The first time you kissed me, I was surprised,
you held my hands, and I held yours.
You used to hold me constantly.
You never wanted me to go back home,
you said you would protect me.
You always made me feel safe.
One day, all we did was lay with each other,
you fell asleep close to a hundred times.
Your smile was so beautiful.
You could brighten anyone’s day,
your hair was long, and smooth,
I’ve never felt anything like it before.
We were meant to be together.
It was never supposed to end.
It was a while ago…
But I remember when you were hugging me and all the things we did together.
I meant to tell you that.
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