Long, handwritten notes,
deep in your pockets,
Words, how little they mean, when you know,
You're a little too late...
I stood there, by the tracks, your face in my locket,
Good girls, hopeful they'll be, and lonely we'll wait...
In dreams I meet you in warm conversation,
But we both wake in lonely beds, different cities...
And time is taking it's sweet time erasing you,
And you have demons, and darling, they look like me...
We had a beautiful, magic, love affair...
What a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair...
~~Sad, Beautiful, Tragic-Taylor Swift
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