With each new song I hear,
I hear the old songs,
And they bring me tears.
Tears from the fears
of letting you go.
Every time I lay there awake,
I think of which dreams were real and which ones were fake.
And when I think of ***,
I wonder why things are so complex.
Why did you leave me standing in the rain?
Why did you not want to hold my hand?
When I think of you, it brings only pain.
Did you need this closure
Or did you feel pressure
From new ideas.
What do you think about
when you can’t sleep at night?
But with each new flight,
I am reminded of our desires,
And they only start fires.
Everyone seems to need a reason,
But I won’t be part of this season.
My emotions are few,
But if they were a song,
They would only be the soft lonely strumming
of a guitar, barely a hue, not to last too long.
So when I think of you,
I think of the good things,
But I need to consider all the things.
The good and the sad,
The quiet and the bad,
I feel you at midnight,
And letting you go seems right.
Sure, I miss your touch, but
I’ve said far too much.