Tag: romance

“Fog against the glass.”

A message written in the air.
Hands that once were there.
A time when life was fair.

We laughed and talked of days now past.
Of things and people that never last.
Strange, how we grew up so fast.
We loved and danced like kids in spring.
In a time, when we didn’t know a thing.
Strange, how I still cry, holding your ring.
People come, people go, people never last.
Oh, how I miss your kiss, your touch, buried beneath the grass.
But as long as I live, your memories will never pass.
Even if you’re gone, like fog against the glass.

“Snow-cones in November”

Talks of changing the world
From souls still young.
Not knowing that when we’d get older
The world, as we knew it, is so much colder.

Summer plans and minivans in mid July.
Sandy shores and dance floors in my mind.
Humid nights and playful fights, with you by my side.
Playful-tones, and little Snow-cones in mid November.
Your lips on mine, hands intertwined
These days I still remember
How I wish it’d last forever
Those little snow-cones, in mid November.

“Meant For You”

I’m sorry.

I sat alone, at a table meant for two.
Wondering where you were.
If you found someone new.
I laid in bed, and slept alone.
Pretending your voice
Was the dial tone.
Morning came, and the sun rose.
But I stayed in bed.
Not wanting to go.
Hunger struck, and so I went out again.
Picked a place close by
A place meant for friends.
I sat alone, at a table meant for two.
Clutching, in my hands
A ring, meant for you.

“Do you think about me?”

I don’t have much free time nowadays.
But when I do, when I find myself staring at the night sky
I wonder if you still think about me, as much as I think about you.

Love is in the air
Despite the cold winter tones.
Memories and feelings people share
Without reading underlying tones.
But you and I had something different
Something else, something real.
Is this right?
Is this how love is meant to feel?
I was happy, and you were satisfied.
Or so I thought.
Oh how I lied.
Because you left, picked someone else
And left me alone, just me, all by myself.
Silently screaming, crying, begging for help.
Years passed, and days became hours
And I came to love winter rains, and summer showers.
But now things are different, and so are you.
People change, that’s nothing new.
I’m happy now, so why aren’t you?
And when I spoke, you ran on cue.
Now I’m alone, that’s it, we’re through.
And still I wonder
Do you think about me?
As much as I think about you?

“Wait for me.”

I think that’s what makes us special.
Knowing that, no matter what happens, no matter how far apart we are,
I can always run back to you. And you can do the same.

An hour away.
And yet another delay.
I run past the crowds, hoping I’m not late.
Hoping she’ll still wait.
Thinking back, to a time more simple and young.
Back to a time, when life seemed more fun.
Snow cones in mid November
Laughs, and talks of making the world better.
Whispers, and passing of notes in class.
A single year, moving so fast.
And yet, in you, I can confide
My deepest fears, the things I try to hide.
But instead of push, you held me close, and held me tight.
Reassuring me, telling me I’ll be alright.
And so I’ll walk, I’ll run, I’ll sprint if I have to.
All of my efforts are worth it for you.
And so I ran, and I ran, until I finally see
You sitting on the front porch, just as you said.
Waiting for me.