The thought of you often
Creeps into my mind
Like a saddened, sweet memory
Now bitter because of time
For I can still hear your laughter
And see that smile of yours.
Cheeky grins, however,
And were, I guess,
Never meant to really last
But if I could still hear your voice
Even if it meant of you shouting
I'd take that much too eagerly
Without any means of me doubting
For I think of you sometimes
(Most nights, in fact)
For I simply cannot get over
How much you have changed
After giving into society's pressure
Mostly because of those "friends"
You have unfortunately made
Oh, I think of you sometimes
(Too much, in fact)
But there is nothing for me to hold onto
Except the memories we have
But those memories have been soured
By the presence of eternal time
For in those long, long years
That have slowly ticked on by
I have finally realised
You were never actually mine
For I have been blinded
And stupefied
By your mere touch
With the worst part being
Me not really knowing
If you have ever really felt
The same way I was feeling
For all those damned months
And yet with that knowledge
Like some sort of endless voyage
I still think of you
Much too much
YOU ARE READING
sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
