Monday, December 6, 2010

Musings of a First Love

I still wonder, I dream…then I wish
I remember you…too well
Like we just met…all over again
Some days its tears…
Some days its fears..
Sometimes its regret
Most times is just me…mad at me
I wonder, I dream…then I wish

I imagine, I see…then I wake
What we could have been
But what we surely aren’t
Almost like we never met
Some days I’m mad
Sometimes I’m sad
Most times it seems pretty bad

I hope, I wait…then I wake again
What isn’t yet happening
Perhaps may never will
It’s all past and we don’t seem like the future
Some days I miss you
Sometimes I think about you
Most times I realize that I loved you.

1 comment:

  1. where is the 'LIKE' button for this post :-)