What happened to us?

What happened to us?

A Poem by Shadow

What Happened to us we started out so strong

you called me everyday,told me that i was your best friend

now you hardly speak to me barely return my calls or messages

tell me what I did to anger you,tell me how I can fix this

 

I wanted to be with you,though I lacked the courage to say so

surely you saw the way I felt,the way I stared so

our first night out is still my fondest memory.......

 

It was supposed to be a group outing but fate was on my side

everyone else backed out so it was down to me and you,you smiled and said "let's just go for a ride"

I still remember the songs we sang and the winds thru your hair

the way the engine hummed and we almost coasted on air,

how we ended up at the beach

the way we held each other and you kissed me on the cheek

 

But now........now you seem so far from my reach even when we meet in public you keep your distance,when one of our songs plays you openly voice your protest.

why won't you speak to me anymore,

you won't look at me,you seem to not want to touch me

I know you have replaced me as your best friend

perhaps it's true all good things really do come to an end

© 2008 Shadow


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Excellent job here! Isn't it frustrating how something that was once so wonderful can turn out to be the most painful in the blink of an eye? I can relate in a big way to what you've expressed here. Unanswered questions. Feelings your left with that makes it all the more complicated. Wanting so much to figure out what happened. . .if only for closure.

Keep writing. . . perhaps that's the only way any of us can make sense of the madness.

Thanks for sharing.

~Andrew

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on February 6, 2008

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Shadow
Shadow

Nashville, TN



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My name is Julien, I am a husband,a son,a brother,an uncle,a former criminal,a lover,an accomplice to a murder.... I am more than the sum of my parts,but less than I can be. I am an unfinished paintin.. more..

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A Poem by Shadow