The look in your eyes
Tells me you think I’m not the one
The tone in your voice
Tells me you think I’m just good fun
Hold on to the thought
That thought won’t go just as yet
But years, many years later
You’ll look back to when we met
And wonder if this was just
A fleeting look at the sun
Butterflies don’t happen in a trice
Silk needs time to be spun.
The one who got away
I’ll be the one who got away
The one who defied the cliché
I’ll be the one who got away
The one who got away
I’ll be the one who got away
Retrospection is just a person
Who’s lived an extra day.
The delays in your response
Tells me you’ve taken me for granted
The sting in your nonchalance
Tells me you’re disenchanted
Hold on to the limbo
The limbo won’t shake off just yet
But years, many years later
You’ll look back with a tinge of regret
And wonder if you’d written the song
With a fresh new tune in mind
Because even rhapsodies start off
As melodies unrefined.
The one who got away
I’ll be the one who got away
Defying every cliché
I’ll be the one who got away
The one who got away
I’ll be the one who got away
Retrospection is just a person
Who’s lived an extra day.
1 comment:
Retrospection is just a person
Who’s lived an extra day.....
Remarkable..the way you give tangibility to the features of the mind.. it's like a door's threshold
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