the good old days

It was great, but it went sour
Felt like Cinderella at that midnight hour.
Everything so wonderful, magical.
It fell apart in an ending so tragical.
So what am I supposed to do?
Twiddle my thumbs and wait for you?
The crazy thing is, I would.
Hate you? I probably should.
And I sometimes do.
But most of the time, I just miss you.
The radio is my own worst enemy
Because songs come on when I’m not ready.
I’m reminded of everything,
And as I listen to the band sing
I feel the pain
And wish that it could all just be the same.
So let’s rewind
And go back in time
To when it was you and me
And I was happy.

Reviews

[Miss Anna]

I can relate to this so much, so it's really cool to see someone else share their story through poetry. Great job, simple and catchy too.

This is a wonderful write

[Vaidehi]

Really nice. :)