I found one of my old poems that I kinda like...so I changed some of the words and now I like it better.
everytime I fell
it just felt so right
it felt right, to be there with you
when everything else seemed wrong
and its my fault for not telling you
its my fault assuming
its my fault that I fell
my fault that you weren’t there to catch me
and now the memories come back at me
consuming me with regret and yearning
the memories hit me hard
harder than you’ll ever know
everytime I go back and think about it
it feels like being stabbed with remorse
I guess its because I’m weak
so you took a part of me with you?
well if I move on
I’m going to need that piece back..
because that’s the piece of me that loves
And I’m trying not to fall anymore
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