This is my first submission, and is insanely personal to be posting so please be gentle with me.
Why do I still have thoughts of you,
and wonder where you are?
Why contemplate what could have been
When I have come so far?
Why does your hand in hers cut deep
When I've a hand to hold?
Why do my dreams still take me to
Our life, Our plans of old?
When will I cease to wonder how
or why we went so wrong,
Or if a different choice of path
Was right there all along?
Why is it when I heard the news
I wondered what you thought?
Why is it that your touch and kiss
I ponder more than I ought?
Why is it that you broke my heart
and tore my dreams in two,
and yet in every private thought
I still revert to you?
Why is it, though your heart is hers
and I have a new guise,
That in my heart I know for sure
That true love never dies?



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