sitting near the window
looking out to the beyond
playing stories in my head
while the piano sings the rest
a tear rolls down her face
as nostalgia clings to her heart
like a mold not wanting to let go
she cannot accept what will not happen
nor ever will
she stares out, not grasping the world around her
but prefers to sit alone and relive her golden moments in her head
one never really stops loving, but learns to live without,
reading your stories makes me wonder
what clues are interwoven within
the one guy she wants
she'll never get
the storybook is over
no happily ever after for her
sitting near that window
looking out to the beyond
playing her stories in her head
while the piano sings the rest
i cry for the memories i can never have
and know that love is still there
you can never stop loving someone..
but you can learn to live without.
she learns...
slowly, day by day
until she makes a cocoon of love
and i step forward in life
with nostalgia but a curtain behind me
her cape-like swirling in her wake
and i bask in the memory of her love
Saturday, November 7, 2009
love love love looove
Posted by brynnjamin. at 8:01 AM
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