shall i be blamed for the arrow that struck my heart.
years ago, through your questioning eyes.
days and nights countless of seconds as flowing conversation
trespasses the walls in between.
and though it may seem some moments were full of laughter
and the next of tears and unforgiving words,
it was meant to be,
it was meant to be,
i believe and will always believe,
you and me.
thoughts they flicker with each sharp memory cutting.
the arrow still pierced ever so tightly
in this weak heart of mine
shall i be blamed for trying to twist and pull it.
for trying to forget, forget, forget, every single day.
it was meant to be,
it was meant to be,
i believe and will always believe,
you and me.
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