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she must have been there for you
at drowsy 11 P.M.s and awake 7 A.M.s.
you must have felt so sad and blue
at her end-of-date 2 P.M goodbyes
I can't bear the fact that she once had
feelings and daydreams like mine,
worshipped something now mine,
revelled in true love never mine
I lost count of your 'I love you's
that one time in our rendezvous
you once had your eyes closed
I was not smiling like other times
knowing she was on your mind
a new story has begun now
different season and weather
different moments and faces
but the one you had spent the last
summer with however still remains
I bet her name has filled your call log
at both drunk 11 P.M.s and sober 7 A.M.s
when you picked up my late 12 A.M call
mumbling her name, I totally understood.
was she your best mistake
or your worst serendipity?
is this love for our sake
or is it just out of pity?
____ . ____
I would be a past to you like she is now
but will you remember me that strongly?
will you seek for me in strangers' eyes?
will this love last a lifetime in your mind?
YOU ARE READING
Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
