As we talk together , I can't help but wonder
The same thoughts I always wonder,
What if?
What if you were mine and not his?
But Mine,
Mine to hold,
Mine to Hug,
Mine to cuddle,
Mine to kiss,
Mine to...
These are only stupid thoughts, only dreams
Dreams that are destined never to become reality,
Dreams that shouldn't even be bothered
But they are thoughts that if left alone they will become into
Words left unspoken
Feelings left unexpressed
Then these dreams will no longer be dreams
They’ll just be memories
What if you were mine and not his?
I would tell you...
That I love you
Before I lose you...
And you become a memory too
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