You could (‘ve) be (en) the love of my lifetime.
Simple like staying in bed on a Saturday morning, the dim light pouring through my windows.
We keep writing our story, pages pushed aside.
When it’s over, we’ll have learned novels of lessons.
When we sleep, we’re still learning each other.
and I’ve told you a dozen times,
it’s never too late for now.
The calendar tells me it’s springtime.
Another season, gone like the days of shoelaces and sleeping bags.
So let’s move on, together.
and keep on practicing for the real thing.
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