I remember how she loved me.
The warmth I felt when she touched me.
I remember her smile.
The beauty in her eyes when she said she’s mine.
I remember her care.
And the way I used to run my fingers through her hair.
I remember her laughter.
The assurance when she knew she’s the one I’m after.
I remember a lot about her. I miss her. I wish I had a time machine to take me back into September 2014 so I could take good care of her. I wish I never did all the things I did to hurt her. I wish I was never blinded to the fact that she was all I ever needed and I played her.
Now I’m stuck here thinking about her every time I lay my head on my pillow. I can’t date anybody else because in every girl I try and holla at all I remember is her.
I can’t force her to love me because I know how she feels, and now I can’t stop myself from loving her because the heart wants her.
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