we were only sixteen
the way you lit you when you
spoke of yourself
And filled in every detail
Enough that i came to know
all of you
all at once
In only a matter of time but
off you were to go find
another one for i wasnt meant
to be with back then
now you speak to her
the way you spoke to me
(praying I'm wrong, let me be wrong)
December that passed by like autumn leaves in november
left me with so much to live with
your words your smile
your Spotify that you showed me
that funny little dance you
performed with your friend
when you got nervous
your big round glasses, and
that perfectly structured face
With your hair all tied up
in a neatly done pony,
your warm big hug at the end
of the day just before i said
"goodbyeeee" and ran back
smiling
all the way to my home
how do I let you go ?
as you have let me,
your voice?
still echoes in my ears.
your words?
still cave in my mind.
you today are still sixteen
and carefree
you are all you were back then and
I am still here for it,
but I'm afraid this is anything
But reality
A lie i speak to myself
this would be nothing but
a dream
maybe I'm just a delusional, little-
well now, not-so-little
not anymore.
