Looking over my shoulder... by Kimbarlee123, literature
Literature
Looking over my shoulder...
Memories, they haunt me
where-ever I may wander,
I thought I could get over you
instead, I sit and ponder
All my friends, they tell me;
"Just let go and move on."
I really hate to say this
but I can't except your gone...
Your kisses, I still feel them
Your hands, I'd hold them tight
You used to be my everything
You used to be my light
But now I linger in the dark
as I wait for something new
for someone brave to come along
and make me glad, not blue...
Where, oh where could you be in this world?
twenty years and still no sign
he promised he'd be back someday
I hope he's doing fine...
I was fifteen when we met at school
He was handsome, smart and kind
Blue eyes, golden hair, a smile to match
he was always on my mind
He asked me out on a date one day
I was so happy inside
from that day on we started dating
we stood together with pride
But one year later, tragedy struck
and he had to move away
I watched the train, as it took off
but as he left, I stayed
The nights were cold, the days were long
as I waited for him to show
but weeks and months turned into years
my heart turned
Your gone, I'm lost, emotions run free
I can't believe you would do this to me
Without a notice, without a goodbye
Every promise you made to me was a lie
The day we met, I regret it all
I can't believe we met that fall
My love was real, your love was fake
Every kiss we shared was a foolish mistake
If I could go back to the past, I would
If only you knew and understood
how I felt back then, how I feel today
If only you wouldn't have moved away
The memories you left me bring sorrow and pain
A fatal road, a broken lane
Each day I wait, from dusk till' dawn
the day I finally, truly move on. ~
Looking over my shoulder... by Kimbarlee123, literature
Literature
Looking over my shoulder...
Memories, they haunt me
where-ever I may wander,
I thought I could get over you
instead, I sit and ponder
All my friends, they tell me;
"Just let go and move on."
I really hate to say this
but I can't except your gone...
Your kisses, I still feel them
Your hands, I'd hold them tight
You used to be my everything
You used to be my light
But now I linger in the dark
as I wait for something new
for someone brave to come along
and make me glad, not blue...
Where, oh where could you be in this world?
twenty years and still no sign
he promised he'd be back someday
I hope he's doing fine...
I was fifteen when we met at school
He was handsome, smart and kind
Blue eyes, golden hair, a smile to match
he was always on my mind
He asked me out on a date one day
I was so happy inside
from that day on we started dating
we stood together with pride
But one year later, tragedy struck
and he had to move away
I watched the train, as it took off
but as he left, I stayed
The nights were cold, the days were long
as I waited for him to show
but weeks and months turned into years
my heart turned
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