#oldyou
Minutes go by,
Hours go by,
Days go by,
and there is not one moment when I don't miss you.
No,
I miss the old you.
The one that holds my hand,
and not my heart.
The one that laughs with me,
instead of at me.
The one that only had one girl on his mind,
and that one girl was me.
Someday,
if it were ever possible,
I want to meet the old you,
and teach you how to stay...
The old you.
The much simpler times. The kinder times. The loving times.
I want to go there.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
It's a Friday night
and here I am,
writing yet another poem
About you.
You and your brown eyes,
You and that smile I'm still not over,
You and the way you used to look at me.
But you're not the same you that you were before.
You're too busy pleasing everyone,
Letting them change you into a you
that I don't even recognize anymore.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is,
Why did you let them get in the way
Of what we could've had?
Because I'm not really writing this poem
About you after all,
I'm writing it about the you
I used to know.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC