And I can’t listen to my favorite songs,
Because they remind me of you and how you’re gone.
The way the voices express love and pain,
Triggers thoughts of you inside my brain.
The way you looked at me while I sang to you,
I saw the love that I thought was true.
Although I was no good, you didn’t seem to care,
You loved when I sang while playing with your hair.
Now when I hear these words, those that I used to show you my love,
All these emotions I must now shove.
I want to hear the music that I loved so much,
Without missing the feeling of your touch.


-m.j.