Babygirl, forget about the way your palm gets sweaty when he comes up your driveway, offering a warm smile and platonic embrace.
Babygirl, forget the easy flirtations that lose themselves in hours of conversations as you share food, your fingers shyly brushing against his.
Babygirl, forget about the way he sings you the melody the lyres of his soul hums, because the more you relate, the more you realize that it isn't about you.
Babygirl, forget about the contentment you felt as his arms would now curl around your waist, hiding that sigh in fear of giving yourself away too much.
Babygirl, forget about the songs that you sang together in his car before you invited him in, because though your honest emotions vibrate in your voice, you misunderstood the intensity in which vibrates through his.
Babygirl, forget the scent of his perfume on your skin as you lay pressed close against his chest, the scent that lingers on your clothes, on your pillows.
Babygirl, forget the earnest acceptance of his kiss that night and the pressured caresses of his exploring hands.
Babygirl, forget the way his lips pressed clasped around your breast because he had his eyes closed the whole time.
Babygirl, forget the shock you felt as he held you tenderly in his arms hours later, looking down at you with a slow smile, then a change to a look so monstrous as the realization of what just happened hit him.
Babygirl, forget the disappointment that surged through every vein as he uttered an apology, and the silence that followed, the sound of a crystal heart breaking, and the silence that followed ....
Babygirl, forget the pain as a dark heavy gloom consumed your soul after he moved away and left, empty excuses echoing within your shell ... "I'm should have never allowed that to happen ... I'm sorry"
Babygirl, forget the anger you felt as the picture became clear, as you suddenly realized the only heart beating strong with love that night was your own.
Babygirl, forget the pain.
Babygirl, please try to forget the pain.
Babygirl, it's your fault too, don't you see?
Babygirl, it's your fault too, for you never gave up hope.
Babygirl, it's your fault too, for you allowed yourself to fall in love with him in silence.
Babygirl, it's your fault too, for you were too blind to see how much more in love he still is with her.
Babygirl, forget the easy flirtations that lose themselves in hours of conversations as you share food, your fingers shyly brushing against his.
Babygirl, forget about the way he sings you the melody the lyres of his soul hums, because the more you relate, the more you realize that it isn't about you.
Babygirl, forget about the contentment you felt as his arms would now curl around your waist, hiding that sigh in fear of giving yourself away too much.
Babygirl, forget about the songs that you sang together in his car before you invited him in, because though your honest emotions vibrate in your voice, you misunderstood the intensity in which vibrates through his.
Babygirl, forget the scent of his perfume on your skin as you lay pressed close against his chest, the scent that lingers on your clothes, on your pillows.
Babygirl, forget the earnest acceptance of his kiss that night and the pressured caresses of his exploring hands.
Babygirl, forget the way his lips pressed clasped around your breast because he had his eyes closed the whole time.
Babygirl, forget the shock you felt as he held you tenderly in his arms hours later, looking down at you with a slow smile, then a change to a look so monstrous as the realization of what just happened hit him.
Babygirl, forget the disappointment that surged through every vein as he uttered an apology, and the silence that followed, the sound of a crystal heart breaking, and the silence that followed ....
Babygirl, forget the pain as a dark heavy gloom consumed your soul after he moved away and left, empty excuses echoing within your shell ... "I'm should have never allowed that to happen ... I'm sorry"
Babygirl, forget the anger you felt as the picture became clear, as you suddenly realized the only heart beating strong with love that night was your own.
Babygirl, forget the pain.
Babygirl, please try to forget the pain.
Babygirl, it's your fault too, don't you see?
Babygirl, it's your fault too, for you never gave up hope.
Babygirl, it's your fault too, for you allowed yourself to fall in love with him in silence.
Babygirl, it's your fault too, for you were too blind to see how much more in love he still is with her.
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