I wonder...

this was written in a moment of wondering. and sadness.

Late night,   saturday,

I sit at my desk and refill my glass with

Dr. pepper and i wonder...

is this is how i'll spend the rest of my life?

alone at night, with a glass in hand that

always gets refilled, pretending to be happy when i see first light.

Not knowing what else to do.

i'm missing the only person who could make it all better,

because she's an ocean away,

and i have no way to get to her.

so I'll spend one more restless night alone

and Ill call you when i wake up at noon,

and tell you everything is fine,

but i miss you more then I'd miss my own breath.

i have always told you everything,

but i can't seem to tell you.

i cry myself to sleep if i sleep at all.

now i'm starting to wonder what happened to the old me.

The one who was strong,

who didn't need anybody.

Is this the price i pay for making myself vonurable to you?

 

I wonder.....

Author's Note

ignore grammer. does this seem like a poem? do you like it?

Reviews

[hershey's kiss]

wow. holy crap june, this is deep.
and yes, i kinda caught on to who you were talking about. =]
just... wow...
[a good wow, haha]

- hershey's kiss