i'm turning off the t.v., now it's dark in my room
feel like a heart ache, and i won't remember you
like a black and white movie, the ending is set
and i'll hold your hand one more time, scared i'll forget
so now i listen to the album that reminds me of you
you'd never guess what i was thinking when i didn't tell you the truth
and in the middle of the night when you held my hand
thinking bout how i know you won't understand
i'm sorry for the things i haven't done
things will shortly be completely out of hand
and i know i'll look back on yesterday
and wish i had been braver and i'll wished i'd stayed
it's never been easy
it won't be easy to let you
it's never been easy
to ever let you in
we haven't talked in weeks, not really at all
barely say hello like there's no reason to call
there are few things i'd change, but they're so big
that i knew this wouldn't work from the beginning
Really like how the title, in a way, negates what the entire poem says. Obviously you were feeling these things you write about at one time. But on reflection, and perhaps after circumstances had changed, you are stricken to find a way to believe these are truly your own words. Very heartfelt
Writing from the heart is d best way tew write a poem., .i felt yhur emotions...nice pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well crafted poem Annie.. Thanks for sharing.