i abuse myself with long days
and short nights
in the hopes that you might just
remember, the sweet times we shared.
i've done everything possible to
blank out those images of
happiness because i know i will never
know euphoria like that again.
pain encumbers me.
because i like you just wanted
someone to love life with and
life lured us together for a chance,
yet we abondoned it.
i think ill settle for the
most grand ring
i receive, or the first
gentleman caller to not impede
on love progressing.
it's one pain to know
that you feel love sick..
a longing for someone you
hone to be with.
it's a whole 'nother
depression to know that
the one you were with,
is the only one that will
ever be.
true.
copyright 2004 kristina lopez
