You say you're not Jasper,
And I begin to wonder,
Who are you?
Are you the same person who asked to court me,
On a blustery October evening?
I look at you,
At your actions,
And I'm not even sure
Who you are anymore.
If you're not my Jasper,
Then I'm not your Alice.
And we're just two lonely souls,
Pretending to love each other.
You've loudly declared that you're not my Jasper,
And I agree wholeheartedly.
You're someone new,
My Jasper would never act like that,
And I don't know what to do.
What can I do when,
I still Love you?
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Wrote this back in March
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Sometimes, We just have to hold onto whatever it is that brought us together in the beginning, take it from me... I know. I have been there... And still there. But you know, it is worth it in the end!
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