awesome poem, I’ll reblog this one; thanks.
I’m listening to the music that used to let me hurt,
I didn’t have to you know, always choices,
I could step away and just listen to the forest breeze,
but, when I was in love with you, I knew I had to hear you sing
inside their words.
there wasn’t any other way to have you near me,
when I knew you were miles away,
just around the corner.
I could see you,
every afternoon I would sit on the fence post,
I suppose I would wait like I was being charming,
never realizing you couldn’t reciprocate,
you just wouldn’t look my way
I wonder if you remember what that used to be like,
were you really that content to look away,
or was it me so lost inside a memory.