Listening to the song that was sang to me,
hoping to jog a past memory of you.
Anything will do.
Your dorkalicious jokes and the way your hands run threw-out your hair.
Anything from your laugh to when you smile at me.
I got it bad.. And it makes me sad.
I won't be able to see you anymore the chance is small but it's still there.
They way you frown when I tell a lie.
Ever patiently waiting for me to spill the beans.
Well guess what, I'm not that clumsy.
These. words. on. my. lips.
They want to fly out in front of you.
Even still, they stay were they are leaving me to wonder when.
When can I get the words formed in and out my head.-
In fact... What were the words I wanted to say?
I think they slipped out my brain.
My heart it hurts... what is this?
I feel like something is amiss.
A pain it's dull but still exists.
What is this? What is this?
Your voice won't go away but it is gone.
What is this... Who is this?
I am scared.
Scared of who?
Who, is the person talking to you and is the one that's made my heart amuck.
What is this? Who was it? Was this it?
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July 19, 2015 for the first part.
Sept. 26, 2015. o.o I just don't know what I'm weighting anymore.
YOU ARE READING
For the people like me.
PoetryThese are words that are somewhat like poems. Most are sad and some are abstract. Other times it's just random questions or descriptions. I'll probably just put my feelings here, if I can call them that. It doesn't matter to me anymore who reads. En...
