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This isnt a poem.  Its the way that i feel right now.

With every breath i take, and every smile i fake 
My heart breaks more and more
I hear the phone ring, hoping its good news
Only to realize it isnt you
And suddenly my nightmares are coming true

I miss your warm smile, the way you laugh
And those cold nights so long agoe, when you were the only 
one 
holding me back, telling me everything would be ok

But im sorry...im sorry for not telling you i loved you 
sooner, im 
sorry for taking your time for granted, and leaving you 
stranded

I just wish you would come home, back to the place that you

belong 
But its an untrue dream
So instead, stay strong, if not for you then me

Your memory is in my soul, reminding me everyday of your 
warm 
smile
And comforting me in the night when you can't be there
Your memory...my blanket of emotion, protection, and sudden

pain
It's now i know, it's you that keeps pushing me on
Even though your gone
Posted: 2005-05-30 20:38:03 UTC

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