I wonder
If I'll ever be unhappy without you
I don't think I will
But what if I was?
What if
One day
I cease to remember
Just how elegantly you fell away;
Slowly and gracefully
So that I knew it was happening
But I really didn't
And I still had so much love in my heart,
My heart which ached
When you were too far to receive my love
And when it hurt like that,
That's when I knew
How well you had abandoned me
So if I forget that,
Then, I'll be left
With nights of love by the sea,
By the fire,
In fields and with friends
And
Hidden love letters in books,
Under mattresses,
In enchanted forests,
Faded and crinkled
From the exhausting spirit of new found love
If that's all I can remember
I can imagine
Being unhappy without you
I suppose I am unhappy now
But not because I am without you,
Just because
You made me a scrapbook of love
With no one to share it with me.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
I wonder
If I'll ever be unhappy without you
I don't think I will
But what if I was?
What if
One day
I cease to remember
Just how elegantly you fell away;
Slowly and gracefully
So that I knew it was happening
But I really didn't
And I still had so much love in my heart,
My heart which ached
When you were too far to receive my love
And when it hurt like that,
That's when I knew
How well you had abandoned me
So if I forget that,
Then, I'll be left
With nights of love by the sea,
By the fire,
In fields and with friends
And
Hidden love letters in books,
Under mattresses,
In enchanted forests,
Faded and crinkled
From the exhausting spirit of new found love
If that's all I can remember
I can imagine
Being unhappy without you
I suppose I am unhappy now
But not because I am without you,
Just because
You made me a scrapbook of love
With no one to share it with me.
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