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Feb 2015
There was this boy, I met 3 years ago.
We went to the movies,
Johnny English, I still remember,
that was what we went to see.

Few months later, I received the news,
That I needed to leave.
Australia bound,
was what I was going to be.
I told him,
goodbyes was what I didn't need.
He made his mission to get everyone that I loved to come and see me.

Occasionally, we would get into contact,
Exchange a few hellos.
And a little bit of goodbyes.
He wrote me letters,
Okay, maybe just one.
But I never wondered why.

I watched him fall for a string of girls,
Who left him feeling high.
While I fell in love with someone else,
Whom I should have just bid goodbye.

Now that the time is right,
None of us are tied,
We keep missing each other,
All these countless of missed chances,
Separated by seas,
Up till today,
You're still my biggest what if.
Its 2am in the morning, I dont know why Im writing this.
chrissy c a
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chrissy c a  Australia
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