Oh nostalgia...
Creeping up at the strangest of times,
Triggered by the most random,
Pulling at the strings of my heart.

Oh nostalgia...
Materials I'd never care for,
embody his form to me,
flooding my atoms with his images.

Oh nostalgia...
Turning vehicles, table tops, and roads,
into the most meaningful of codes.

Oh nostalgia, how do you do it??

Nostalgic with an anguish...

I am a pathetic woman.
All I wanted was to look **** for you and carry your child.
I dreamt of us making love in the most tender of ways.
I wanted to give you myself whole-heartedly.
I am a pathetic woman.

I am a pathetic woman.
You stole my heart in a couple of months.
My stomach ached for you and crackled with fire.
Your laugh fed my soul and your voice soothed my heart.
I am a pathetic woman.

I am a pathetic woman.
Your face is etched into my brain.
Your lessons are with me everyday.
Your memories **** me.
I am a pathetic woman.

I am a pathetic woman.
You made me fall in love and then left so abruptly.
Your reasons were so unfair.
You told me there was no hope ever, and to forget you...
And yet... I still hope and would marry you in a heartbeat.

I am a pathetic woman.