It Was Nice

It Was Nice To Kiss Him
It Was Nice To Hold Him
It was Nice To Call Him Mine
But Memories Like This Are Long Since Gone
Long Since He Was Ever Here
To Think It Was Nice
To Think I Still Remembered
To Think It Wasn't Meant To Be
But To Say He Ever Thought The Same Of Me
To Say He Loved Me The Way I Loved Him
Is To Tell A Tale
A Work Of Fiction
Because He Was Never Mine
He Was Hers
And While It Was Nice
To Let My Mind Run Wild With Him
It Was Just Nice
Never Real