Memories of you and me
Times you swept me off my feet
These feelings in poetry
Quietly, from you I'll keep.
I remember waking up at dawn
Peering out the window at the purple hue
I've never felt so free, so warm
Until I was lying on that tiny couch with you
Soft waves,
dark sky
Warm sand,
we lie
Can you hear?
the song of the sea
When you walked over
And stood beside me
Your heart
was all I heard
Calling
Like a little love bird
You told me you love me
Those three words
I could not utter
So instead I showed you
In other ways
How you made my heart flutter
You held my hand
and took me under your wing
Taught me ways
Of good life living
Slipped from your grip
I ran wild, thinking
that you'd always be here
when I need leaning
It was only until you walked away that I ran
Right into your arms believing
your heart was somewhere I could go back, winning
Where are you?
Why won't you call?
You just let go
And let me fall
Into the darkness
You left me alone
Now I walk the streets
All on my own
Do you ever wonder
What happened to me
Or did my absence made you
Happy, to be finally free
I don't wanna argue
I don't wanna fight
I just wanna spend the time I
have left with you
And make everything all right
Because before you know it
I will be gone
And you'll finally see bright blue skies
After this storm
You will never again
Feel the warmth of my hug
Bury these memories
In the hole you so deeply dug
You won't ever
Taste love on my tongue
And I won't anymore
Assume shotgun
Look at the time
It has long been up
I was still trying
To fill that broken cup
We kept stalling
Apart was how we were falling
He and I, we both knew
That we struggled hard to stay true
So let me lay here
Just one more time
And I'll write you
With my aching heart
One last rhyme
Carelessly and recklessly
we let this love unfold
Parting ways
we were once in deep sorrow
But you moved on so quickly
with bright hopes of tomorrow
Now what's left
is just one broken soul
when you told me
that it was time for me to go.
Sometimes, I still wear your t shirt
So glad that we're through
Sometimes I just sit there and wonder
Why couldn't it be you
Because What moved on
in the three years
that I was supposed to
was clearly not me
Instead
it was you
Dark December
Flashes of memories with you
Was all I would remember
January rain
Woke up one morning
No longer feeling the pain
February air
Freedom was something
I thought I could finally declare
I woke up early one morning
I wanted to catch the sunrise
I had missed the purple hue
I pulled open the curtains, only to realize
that I was still in love with you
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
