Another One...

Sometimes, in the dark,
sitting on the floor
I think about...
...think about you...

Thinking 'bout the days,
time we spent together,
About every single moment
I was thinking about you...

All the melodies we had,
and all the feelings that we had...
This all is now gone
and left tears and sadness...

And for some reason,
I just can't understand...
What happened to us?

Or was this just a dream?

misunderztood misunderztood
18-21, F
1 Response Mar 25, 2009

I understand. if you wish to talk, im here to listen...sometimes telling a stranger stuff helps...like unloading some of the weight you're trying to distribute through poetry.