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When it is beyond the point of life would be the same. When it is What Would Life Be Without You. I used to go on As if nothing happened. As if your fingerprints faded in seconds As if your footsteps were covered in snow As if a tree fell in the middle of the forest but no one was there to hear it So I guess it didn’t really happen It didn’t really happen Didn’t really happen Really happen Happen. Because I felt no different Because I showed no difference Because it was like some dreams you don’t share Just like some secrets you don’t share. Now it is ingrained. Still nobody notices But I notice. I notice how you occupy so many more thoughts. I notice how I want you more then not. I notice how I smile because of something you said. Because more then once I’ve almost blurted your name. I notice how its not so much I would like you when Im sad Its I need you. Whats wrong Some one slap some sense in to me Is this what being an Alcoholic feels like? Because I think I understand this guilty pleasure thing So now Im begging you baby Please Don’t break my heart. Because I think Ive let go too long Its beyond coming back And if there is a way I have no map.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Hold on Tight
When it is beyond the point of life would be the same. When it is What Would Life Be Without You. I used to go on As if nothing happened. As if your fingerprints faded in seconds As if your footsteps were covered in snow As if a tree fell in the middle of the forest but no one was there to hear it So I guess it didn’t really happen It didn’t really happen Didn’t really happen Really happen Happen. Because I felt no different Because I showed no difference Because it was like some dreams you don’t share Just like some secrets you don’t share. Now it is ingrained. Still nobody notices But I notice. I notice how you occupy so many more thoughts. I notice how I want you more then not. I notice how I smile because of something you said. Because more then once I’ve almost blurted your name. I notice how its not so much I would like you when Im sad Its I need you. Whats wrong Some one slap some sense in to me Is this what being an Alcoholic feels like? Because I think I understand this guilty pleasure thing So now Im begging you baby Please Don’t break my heart. Because I think Ive let go too long Its beyond coming back And if there is a way I have no map.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
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