Hearts of the Past
Today someone asked me how I met you.
In my mind I was like “it’s been a minute I’ll be fine”
But the kid was hurt he wasn’t like aged wine
Is this what I get for being kind?
Or is it something about the way you stole my soul then damaged my mind?
Or should I act like you and dump the memories like they were never mine?
But just like mystery incorporated you unmasked my inner strengths
But we needed to stop this charade before the third chance turned into the tenth.
