We accept the love we think we deserve.
Is there any way to believe that we deserve more?
We can try.
It’s fall again.
I’m back to wishing we could pretend.
That things were young, and we were free.
Back when only I knew you, and you knew me.
Went our separate ways while hoping for better days.
Nights grew cold, and I lost the place where I could stay.
Alone at night, without your love.
You’re the only one I’m thinking of.
The thought of you, is filled with grief and sorrow.
But maybe, just maybe.
I’ll wake up to you tomorrow.
