A lost game

by livingwith   May 20, 2007


I'm tired of this game
I'm tired of lying to you and using my imagination against my self
The way I say I love you
And last night I wanted it to be over, I knew what I needed, I know what I need
I'm not sorry
But I'll miss you

But my life wasn't meant for an us, not for what we have become
Lovers holding hands, the fun but not the love
Days filled with kisses
But you don't listen, your not that kind of man
Not wanting of my drama, and ohhh what drama I have

A day in a half, I missed you and I told you that
You said "that's sad"
When you don't know, and I wont tell because I don't want you to listen anymore
Because it hurts when you remind me your not that sort

Sometimes I don't want to be near you
Other times I want a brake

I use to be afraid of you, to love you to open up
But I'm strong in my self again, and I know I'm only weak in my hope that we could be something
There is no forever in us
Only a now, what was
What could have been

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