Though you’re long dead and gone I can’t help but wonder how it might’ve went If you’d come in that day. I wouldn’t have lost a part of my heart I wouldn’t have cried out my eyes I would’ve seen your beautiful smile What I wouldn’t give to see it one last time.
Sometimes I think you were my first true love More than a crush, because I remember you. Your soft voice and your sweet eyes You towered over me but you were so kind You made me laugh and you made me cry But, darling, why— I didn’t want it to end that way.
I was going to ask you to homecoming. I never got the chance. I never knew how you felt, darling— I wish I had more time. Because I simply can’t stop remembering— No, no matter how hard I try.
Though you’re dead and gone Up amongst the stars I can’t help but wonder What we could’ve been like. Days filled with laughter, sitting beneath the pines Talking about everything and nothing You could’ve been mine.
We danced that year What a wonderful night You were the first time my heartbeat raced Dear old friend of mine. I sometimes wish I could stop remembering But I know that would be a lie. Because though you’re dead and gone, darling, I still wonder from time to time.
We were so young. I wish he never committed suicide.
Emptiness echoes but does not return the same lifeless message. Only the stillness of the room reflects such dreary gasps for color and that still desire of the moth longing to surpass its dull greys for the wings of a fluttering butterfly in its glory days.
this is from 3 yrs ago AND I NEVER POSTED IT HERE? I thought I did but nope, just on theprose.com only I'm a fool, but here
My heart traveled all the way to you As my eyelids pressed my soul It lay upon your chest, above yours, And stole your heartbeats. My hearing stayed behind As it was easy to remember, The sound of your gentle breathing. A shiver traveled in waves, Upon my skin, Wearing the memory of your touch. My ****** lips, were begging again They were starving for your kiss, I bit them, to feed them something, Pain. My toenails, scratched the floor To distract my ears That taunted the returning heart That weeped, Cause it came back, Without your heartbeats.
Remember our giggles, When we used to play that game Where you trace letters, on my arm? With your tickling and suave touch, Of your feathery tip of your pointer, We did that for hours, And kissed for each guessed phrase... Years went by, and we forgot about that game Now we invented others, For our two daughters. Yet, I still remember, one phrase And even its original place,I could trace You wrote that you love me, And then you spelled my name.
i wonder if you ever think of me when you see butterflies fluttering past when you see an old book with yellowing pages when you see daisies for sale at the farmers market when you see gorgeous castles with large libraries when you hear thunder pound on the roof at night when you read poetry and see the profound meanings that lay behind it when you smell lavender and incense float past you do they remind you of me? of all the moments and hundreds of conversations we had? do you ever get reminded of all the things that make up me? i remember all the things you used to write down about me so you wouldn't forget them and i wonder if they stuck and ever remind you
and if they do, i deep down secretly hope that it hurts