Dude, this is so boring

by bestdianneever
Hey, Tobby do you remember when we walked to the aisle?

All eyes were on us and I'm in my wedding dress for a while,

You looked happy and that's what all I could think and smile,

Because right then I know you said you'll never say goodbye,

You whispered something in my ear and I love you until I die.

Don't you think time flew by for us too easily to part our ways?

I still remember how it feels when you say forever and always,

I still remember how you look at the stars and wrote my name,

So, don't ever tell me that I just fell into your sick, twisted game,

'Cause you know your actions contradicts and it sounds so lame.

Hey, Tobby do you remember when I wrote you a love letter?

It took a week to choose my words so you'll not reject me after,

Hey, Tobby do you remember I made you heart-shaped cake?

It doesn't taste that good since I really don't know how to bake,

But I tried my best to let you know for you have a hatred streak.

Don't you think fate hit us hard, here I am in this hospital bed?

Don't you think it's unfair 'cause you just plan to walk ahead?

Hey, Tobby I know you are having a hard time believing faith,

But if you hold on, think again and not go run away on heath,

You'll surely save me from the shackles, ravaging eyes of death.
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Mahoobee

Mahoobee

May 9, 2015 - 15:26 Sweet. Keep it up. :)
bestdianneever

bestdianneever

May 10, 2015 - 13:20 Aww, thanks :D
Mahoobee

Mahoobee

May 10, 2015 - 16:35 Your very welcome :)

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