And he has a girlfriend.
But his hazel eyes and dimples make you disregard everything
And your brain tells you to stop
But your heart doesn't care
And it wants what it can't have
And you beg it to reconsider because pain is all that's forecasted for the future.
But love is supposed to conquer all.
And then your head deflates a little,
And reality kicks in,
And you try to forget everything you've just felt in the last half hour.
Yeah, I've felt that feeling.
"because pain is all that's forecasted for the future"
ReplyDeleteyou have a way with words, i loved this post.