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We had matching bouquets of yellow and green
In our red gowns at the age of eighteen
I found you with a hug and smile
And realized that it had been awhile
It always felt like we were one and the same
Before we got older and someone was to blame
There were no limits to what I would do
And that never lessened after what we went through
I think I often forget that you helped me belong
Yet I still can’t remember where we went wrong
It never seemed like you wanted to stay
So maybe I should have expected it to turn out this way
Was it really what I thought it was and more
Or was I a game you played until you got bored
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