Every Now and Then
*Here's from the bottom of my high school heart. Blech. Can't believe I'm posting this.
Every now and then I still find myself I’m taking a different road now, Do you still twirl your hair when you’re thinking, Do you sometimes think about me too? I don’t know where you are now,
Thinking about the things we used to share.
I still stop by that park at night, looking at fireflies,
The same fireflies we used to chase.
Somewhat different from the road I hoped
I would be walking down forever
With you, holding your hand.
Or talk to yourself when you walk?
Are you still unable to sleep before dawn?
But I hope you are happy
Holding another’s hand,
Even if it’s not mine.
