I had a chance
at this self-same dance
but I guess it was
not my time

not my time.
I just have this rhyme.
Not this time.

I reached out to you,
there was nothing else I could do
but tell you
I wanted to know you

sharing all that I am,
sharing all that I am.
You see, this was my plan.

Guess I scared you,
scarred you,
made you run away.
I live too much in the day

worrying too much about the past
without any plans for the future.
I just wanted another chance,
but my time has passed.

05/13/2013

Posted on 05/13/2013
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