I'm nothing but that girl you used to talk to
And you're nothing but that guy I used to know
Now I'm nothing but a long forgotten dream to you
I've forgotten how our song used to go
I know it was a symphony of laughter and of holding hands
I know it was something that would make you smile and ask me to dance
The tune stays stubborn and out of reach
Just like everything these days
I wish I could rewind, step back
Live again with our old ways
Today I see you sitting with your arm around a girl
You haven't been mine for a while but my toes start to curl
Do you take her out dancing?
Do you whisper the sweet nothings
That I used to hear?
Do you hold hands when you're out walking?
Do you fill her life with bright hope and cheer?
She has all the things I used to have.
It's a shame, it's really just too bad.
I hope she honors them
Like I never did.
I hope she keeps them close
And doesn't let darkness win.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
