David Ferguson

(24/07/1991 / Newcastle)

14


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.

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 20, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (14 by David Ferguson )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Am I Alone, Lore Me34
  2. "Twist these Big Tits Purple", Richard Thripp
  3. गोरबो इसिँनिफ्राइ -66, Ronjoy Brahma
  4. Stories Are Created, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  5. When Fresh Fish Fails, Richard Thripp
  6. center, laxami Cards
  7. गोरबो इसिँनिफ्राइ -65, Ronjoy Brahma
  8. Im sorry mom, claudia Fernandez
  9. Witless Innocence, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  10. Sitters And Their Dreams, Lawrence S. Pertillar

Poem of the Day

poet Sir Thomas Wyatt

My lute awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have now begun;
For when this song is sung and past,
My lute be still, for I have done.

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]