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Turn away from me
Sweet love of mine
I don’t deserve your smile
Or a moment of your glance
I was crazy to forget you
Crazy still, about you
I can’t forgive myself
SO why should you
Your hand on my lower back
My arm wrapped around you
Barely a word spoken
Unease fills the silence
Words we failed to say
In the company of friends
Emotions left unexpressed
The void inside us remains unfilled
Hallow words are exchanged
As I walk away to find a friend
A young girl say hello
As I leave the building
To be young again,
I would still be alone
I know this to be true
Cause I wouldn’t change a thing
Sweet love of mine
I don’t deserve your smile
Or a moment of your glance
I was crazy to forget you
Crazy still, about you
I can’t forgive myself
SO why should you
Your hand on my lower back
My arm wrapped around you
Barely a word spoken
Unease fills the silence
Words we failed to say
In the company of friends
Emotions left unexpressed
The void inside us remains unfilled
Hallow words are exchanged
As I walk away to find a friend
A young girl say hello
As I leave the building
To be young again,
I would still be alone
I know this to be true
Cause I wouldn’t change a thing
I semi true retelling of a recent event, a mark of desire was reignited in me by an old infatuation (possibly love, sadly probably will never know), which followed by a desire to be young again and realizing the futility of such a wish (even knowing what I know)
Obvisouly this is not a verbatum retelling, just a twist of the truth. I just hate that my desire for companionship has been reignited by a simple chance encounter.
/sigh Forgive my blathering. Just a lonely persons rambling.
Obvisouly this is not a verbatum retelling, just a twist of the truth. I just hate that my desire for companionship has been reignited by a simple chance encounter.
/sigh Forgive my blathering. Just a lonely persons rambling.
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I know the feeling. I love this poem, and don't worry about the blathering. I mean why else do we come here?