Author: Broken Winged Bird PM
It used to mean love. It used to mean us. Now it only means the past. And if he dances with HER instead of me for that song, I'll be ripped apart even more by the thought that he can move on so easily and give out our song to another girl.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 180 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-17-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2597645
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The notes began and I had to leave,
That song… It's forever killing me.
It once meant love, but now that's gone,
I can't dance with another, it feels too wrong.
It was our song that he had to play,
Out of so many others… Well that just made my day.
I sat and cried, not for him… for me,
I'm just glad he couldn't see…
He wasn't there, but if he had been,
If I had spotted him, if I had seen
Another girl, her, in his arms for that song…
I should have known it all along.
It was always for her, not for me,
They're everything we used to be.
I don't want him back; don't miss him at all,
But next time, I'll look before I fall.
Those notes began; I sat and cried,
But no one was right there at my side.
Our song once meant love, but now it's gone…
Sometimes I think that I'll never move on.
Not all the way.