Thursday 22 September 2011

Deep grief

By the time a day comes
When we can laugh and talk together
I’ll probably be an old lady
Who’s loved you all her life
Wherever I am, whatever I do
I feel like my heart has fallen out

It was when I fell and hurt myself that I realised
I really wanted to cry at the top of my lungs
Those happy memories are playing out
As I crouch here, unable to make amends

You could never be indifferent to a friend
That’s just the kind of guy you were
When you made yourself ask me out
It was only because I’d worried you
I wanted you to praise me
For my long hair, for the dreams I chose

What kind of person do you have to be
To be connected to the person you love more than anyone under the sky?
When I sobbed, you rubbed my back gently
I know we can never go back the way we were

It was when I fell and hurt myself that I realised
I really wanted to cry at the top of my lungs
Those happy memories are so bright
I can’t move from here

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