you have that power to see through every wall
and through every fortress that i stand behind.
you know the true me, and my true heart
and where my heart and feelings stand.
oh the memories that i will treasure
the times that i was lost inside your stare.
i keep hearing your voice, but
i turn around and you're not there.
i heard that you get used to somebody,
the way they make you happy,
you get used to being loved.
you're sown into the fabric,
the pieces of my life.
you walk on by like nothing ever happened
between you and me.
you've become so distant now,
and i've lost the only one i truely, passionately care for.
tell me how you are doing it...
moving on like nothing is there...
i can honestly say that you have not yet left
and these memories come back to life
i know i am wasting my time,
wishing you were still here.
i just wish that i would forget our goodbye.
The last time your wasting on the goodbye will be your first comeback! ! Nice writes Grace.Keep on writing good stuff!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In one instance it seems that it is God whom you are saying this, and in another it seems it is your beloved estranged friend. In both cases it is Love! ....and that is spoken eloquently!