I think of you a lot
Moments of love are equivalent with your name
I know that for others it's the same
No matter how much that is true,
We almost never speak your name
It brings with it so much more
Like the missed opportunities,
Some of our regrets, what-ifs,
and our what-could-have-beens
No matter the memories,
the good laughs,
the easy conversations,
the happy evenings,
the way things used to be
No matter how much I'm told that you're in God's graces
No matter the people that your name has brought together,
No matter how much I love you forever
We almost never speak your name
It brings with it so much pain
05/13/12
YOU ARE READING
Poems (2012)
Poetry...And I unleash unto you, more torture. I never bothered with poetry before October 2011 and I didn't think I would have bothered with it after those last few poems in December. My poems are crappy, I say it all the time, but I'm kind of looking fo...
