Thursday, September 18, 2008

Old love

I miss what I always wanted us to be
What I always dreamed of
what I imagined every night

but the reality is it never was
never will be
never could be

it was the perfect love in my mind
my heart yearned for you every night

but it was never returned
you never felt the same way I did
the love was never returned

1 Comments:

Blogger mariposa said...

Wow, I can totally relate to this poem.

6:59 PM  

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