Sometimes at night I think of you,
before I close my eyes,
I think of all the things we used to do,
before it all turned to lies,
And I wonder do you think of me?
Do you see me in your dreams?
Do you remember how things used be?
How I used to make you scream?
You still have my heart,
I'll admit to that,
Its not the only thing you took,
But its the one thing I want back.
I heard our song on the radio,
just the other day,
I think back to when you chose to go,
Could it have made you stay?
Would those words have moved you?
Like mine never could?
Did the singer say I love you,
Just like I always should?
You still have my heart,
I'll admit to that,
Its not the only thing you took,
But its the one thing I want back.
Just plain awesome... Your rhyming captures my heart :) keep writing, love this poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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