Maybe it's the fact that you're there and I'm here.
Maybe the year hasn't been too kind on my heart,
or maybe I'm hoping we could start again.
Pick off from where we last left,
as if we walked back into an old video game,
we would revisit.
I miss it. The arguments, the tension, the kisses,
the ever so loving way you kept the memories we shared.
The kisses we missed are the ones that break my heart.
People tell me not to look back, there's no future in the past.
I've outlasted loneliness for too long is what i tell them.
Because it is not often, that people get to meet.....You.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
Maybe it's the fact that you're there and I'm here.
Maybe the year hasn't been too kind on my heart,
or maybe I'm hoping we could start again.
Pick off from where we last left,
as if we walked back into an old video game,
we would revisit.
I miss it. The arguments, the tension, the kisses,
the ever so loving way you kept the memories we shared.
The kisses we missed are the ones that break my heart.
People tell me not to look back, there's no future in the past.
I've outlasted loneliness for too long is what i tell them.
Because it is not often, that people get to meet.....You.
A poem about N@M00N