Littlest Things.

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing,
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing,
And I remember when you started calling me your misses,
All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses,
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood,
I don't why I trusted you but I knew that I could,
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt,
I was just so happy in your boxers and your tee shirt.

Dreams, Dreams,
Of when we had just started things,
Dreams of me and you,
I wonder if you have the same dreams too,
It seems, It seems,
That I can't shake those memories off,
I wonder if you feel the same way too.

The littlest things that take me there,
I know it sounds lame but its so true,
I know its not right, but it seems unfair,
That the things remind me of you,
Everything seems to revolve around you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend,
Even if it's for only one weekend,
So come on, tell me,
Is this the end?

Drinking tea in bed,
Watching DVD's,
When I discovered all your dirty grossy magazines,
You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers,
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us,
The first time that you introduced me to your friends,
And you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand,
When I was feeling down, you made that face you do,
No one in the world that could replace you.

So, tell me,
Is this the beginning of an end?


ashley's.