Great Scott!, by Lovesick and Sick of It Subscribe to rss feed for Lovesick and Sick of It 

I tell myself to get a grip
Go to sleep
Get him off your mind
But I can’t sleep
Cuz he’ll haunt my dreams
So instead I sit, awake
On my computer
Staring at the picture of him on my desktop
And desperately wishing for a time machine…
Posted: 2006-06-25 06:45:37 UTC
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2006-08-18 03:32:47sharonrenee
I really like this one. It is such a common situation. knowing that you could have done somthing differently that would have changed everything, but instead of moving on, you dwell on the past. Wishing in vane for a way to do it over. But the fact that it is common doesn't make it any less painfull. I really loved this write. ~Sharon~ PS. My poems about him make you sad, do they? how do you think I feelt writing them? *temple tear*