I wrote on your heart,

wrote on your songs,

wrote out my misery all along.

Too blind to see,

were meant to be,

or am i mistaken for imaginary catastrophed destiny?

I thought you were different,

thought you were like me,

but i was mistaken now, obviously.

I wanted you bad,

i was forever sad,

and couldn't you see me going mad?

Did you care? Did i mean nothing.

A book you opened, and didn't mind shutting?

Am i mistaken, or am i, "miss taken?"

By all of these sights that made me awaken?

I'll try to move on,

So yeah i understand,

I never had your heart, not even your hand.

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(XxSamantha StevensonxX)