The notes under my bed
speak of a love that could have been.
We were so young and carefree,
and we still had time to dream.
The notes tell of an era
where we held hands and talked
straight through the night.
If you would read the notes,
you can see where we could have gone
if only our hold on each other
would have been more tight.
But the notes would also tell you
that holding on tight is something that is hard to do
when the other person doesn't trust you.
The notes say what we think;
The notes show what we feel.
Even though the love didn't last,
the notes show that it was there,
and that it was real.
We may not have ended up
where we would have liked, but
it was great when the time was right.
There are only traces left,
and they will vanish in time,
but there will always be proof
because the notes under my bed
speak of the love that could have been.
07/31/12
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Poems (2012)
Poesía...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...
