it's over
i'm over you
and i know exactly why
you don't talk to me anymore—
more so, we don't talk anymore
and i don't hear your voice
i don't see your face
every day
like i used to
and i got used to
that...
that which is now over
but i know if you just call my name
flash me your smile
it'd be over
i'd be over
and not over in the sense of moving past
no
not that kind of over
but the head-over-heels kind of over
where i know i'll never be over
you
and your voice, so smooth and even
and your smile, so bright
and your face, so beautiful
and your laugh, shimmering like a sunrise over a lake in a cool autumn morning
and your song, so soft and full of emotion
oh
and what sweet music it sings in my heart
and what a broken heart i have
knowing
i will never
ever
be over you.
YOU ARE READING
Anthology of Me and other various poems
Poetrythe first 6 chapters are the original project I did my junior year of high school, the rest are other poems I wrote at varying times from then 'til now.
