memories

Living a new
for every day now seems so strange
not as I used to look forward to seeing your face and smile
I fear catching a glimpse of your passing shadow now
lest I tell you of how I love you

Got no one to give funny stories of my own creation to
no one to give that ear to the other' smile
maybe I only smile when left alone in my dreams
when I dream of you it's that frightening
and before I confess my love, it's day again

Tell me of the best way to handle it
should I take a photo of you and him walking?
That whenever I miss you I look at it and assume you are happier with him?
That he doesn't play you boring love songs like I did
And I'll never regret losing a love...

 

Reviews

[Erudite]

The substance is great. The way it's written could use some work