Thursday, April 12, 2012

Three

Wide awake at three in the morning
Brought me to the past - remembering you
I sat - leaning on the wall.
Thinking of what I'd done and all.
I couldnt help myself - the tears stream down
But I couldnt wiped it out,
like how I needed to wipe the memories of you off my mind.
Memories of us.
Tears again.

Saw you yesterday, walking by.
I faced down - hoping you didnt realise me.
When you walked pass, I looked back,
a girl took your hand, you smiled.
I stood still.
Felt almost nothing.

(to be continued....)

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