Monday, 16 March 2015

happy birthday

last night I saw you
somewhere in the crowd
you and your guitar
you wearing a black shirt
a gold necktie
your hair styled well

i didn't look much
but you sure looked impressive

I wish last night could've been better
Perhaps I should've taken a photo with you

But I heard that you've moved on
I heard you've met another
I heard you really liked her

I can't describe
How much I wish I was her
I can't comprehend
The feelings that still linger

You're turning 17 today
And if it's true that you're with her
I'm glad you're happy
I'm glad you're loved
On your seventeenth birthday.

Happy birthday, from someone who still hasn't moved on.

Cheers. X.




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