Hmmmm…
As I sit next to my window,
I dream what could have been. The happiness we would have. The love we could have shared.
As I sit next to my window,
I think of why it maybe didn’t work. But everything happens for a reason. But…
As I sit next to my window,
I cant help but to hate what has come of us because its clear how I honestly feel.
As I sit next to my window,
I think of how wrong it would be to be with him. Knowing the pain will come again. Though he makes promises, they will be broken.
As I sit next to my window,
I know my friends would think I am crazy for running back to him. But…
As I sit next to my window,
I can stop thinking of him…his face…his attitude, his uniqueness. So…
As I sit next to my window,
I wonder if he sits and looks at the stars wishing on everyone of them twinkling bright.
I wonder if he cries when it rains so no one can hear his tears fall either.
I wonder when it snows, does he hold his cover tight and wish that was my warmth next to his.
I wonder when the suns shines does he wish it stays and when it goes away does pray for it to come back. The same prayer I pray for him.
As I sit next to my window,
Thinking of you,
I just wonder if ….
If I am thought of too.
June 3, 2008
♥
- Maizie-Nicole
- producing all my dreams and aspirations for a happier and more product ME!
*claps*
ReplyDeleteThese are so beautiful and touching yet heartbreaking, if you get what I'm saying.. It makes feel slighty sad but not in a bad way
lol i completely understand with what you're saying...i havent been able to write lately and these are really old poems so i thought if i posted them, i could get my inspiraton back...yea those this was one of those relationships where in the end, it was horrible but i learned sooo much.
ReplyDeleteand thsnks for replying =)