Category: Writers Block
Sometimes I think of you and wonder where you are, and if you think of me on lonely nights, or dream about me when there's nothing left to dream.
I don't expect you to miss me and I know the phone will never ring, with your voice hanging on the line, but I have to know if I'm in your thoughts or if you forgot about me like you promised you never would? I cant bear the thought of what we shared being nothing more than footnote in a forgotten chapter of your life, and even though I only think of you during the loneliest hours of the endless night. Part of me is still hoping that you're thinking of me, when I'm busy dreaming of you. So shed not a tear for what we have lost nor heave a sigh for what might have been. Just let me grace your thoughts when the night hangs long and low, and everything will be right when we awake, in the worlds we've created in the many years we've been apart.
I really liked this one, especially the ending. Yeah, this most definetly can relate me and to some people I know. Great poem
Cheers I see it as being quite sinister I thank you