March

I'm so glad your here where have you been all my life

It's funny how

Everyone acts like

This has never happend before

The dead of winter's dead, still frosen in my bed

Wondering if this will all end

And I won't be alone

Alone again

And they wonder why they can't be friends

Words she never said

Books he hasn't read

And he's of to the ceiling while she's still on the floor

They've forgotten the feeling that they

Had before

It was a perfect fit once they grew into it

But it left me wondering

Do I deserve this

Do I deserve this

Do I deserve this