White Mustang

Some people enter your life like a song you weren't expecting to love. You to that one music once. Then again. And before you know it, their voice because part of your everyday life.

For me that is what White Mustang feels like.

There is something about its sadenss that feels strangely familiar..the kind of love that is beautiful and complicated and perhaps a little doomes from the beginning.

Sometimes a person can be my mistake and still be the reason you stayed.

You know they are hurting you and you still miss the way they make your mind feels alive.

You can leave someone behind and still have pieces of them attached to last bits of your souls.

You can stop loving someone and stillnlive the person we were when you were with them. ..may be that is the cruelest thing about certain relationships.

They don't become meaningless just because they ended.

You were my mistake but you are also the reason I beleived in beautiful mistakes.

You were the warning sign I ignored because ai like the view so much.

You were the strom I complainted about and secretly hoped that would never ended.

You were the person that I know I should leave but the person that I keep waiting for.

You were the wrong chapter that still because in my favourites.

You were the ould I kept touching just to make sure I could feel something else.

And perhaps I was your mistake too.

Some people are not meant to be togather forever. Some people are meant to become the song we skip for years because we know exactly what it will make us remeber.

And then one day we will listen again. Not because we want them back but because we finally understand that missing someone doesn't always mean you want to return them.

You were my mistake but I don't regret you.

You were my heartbreak but you also taught me about myself and what I would do for me and for the heart that feels for you.

Some people are chapter. Some are lessons. Some are somgsm and some are beautiful mistakes we will remember kings after we have stopped waiting them back.

Sometime you are remeberedbeith regret. Sometimes with anger. Sometimes with nostalgia.

The kind that make me think

You were my mistake but you are why I stayed

You are my white Mustang.

Why am I staying?

You are why I am staying