Poetry of Me

84. We Cried

Finding lots of things long forgotten tonight...hmm.

I still remember what you'd always say,

Whispered in the darkness, around half past eight.

The things I said, that I didn't mean,

The truth finally spoken, but still whispering.

Can you remember the words that I said,

And all that I told you, went straight to your head.

The sound of the water, splashed up in grace,

Nevertheless astounded, by the look on your face.

But now I know that I couldn't be relieved,

Nothing that I knew could be what it seemed.

The words now you whisper, are just a good face,

My wandering thoughts, they were all just mistakes.

I do remember the last thing I said.

I hate waiting, but for you, I did.

The break of two hearts on that cold night,

I didn't know much, but I know we both cried.