poetry bits...add your flavor... come on, participate nb.
Loneliness dancing in a crowded room, remembering how I felt safe with you.
I wish I wasn't always so afraid, I wish I wasn't always wrong.
But you needed to feel right and I made it all my fault. It's always all my fault.
Why didn't you ever consider that maybe you were wrong. You were wrong. Wrong!
Now I'm gone. Dancing in a crowded room, turning slowly remembering how safe I felt with you.
For my NB broken hearted friends.