I wonder if you really meant the poems you wrote.
I wonder if, somehow, you were mistaken, if you just misheard, just misunderstood.
I wonder if you'll ever know how I felt in my heart. How I still feel.
I wonder if you ever felt the same.
I wonder why you hadn't told me earlier...
I wonder why you didn't leave it unsaid. I wonder how it crept up on us so suddenly.
I wonder if this is best.
I wonder about what we could've been. What we can be.
I wonder if you're torn up inside. Like me.
I wonder if we could ever really be friends like you say we will.
I wonder if I'll just screw our friendship up too.
I wonder if I could bottle up the sadness in my heart, dry my eyes, march onward, and forget that anything ever happened...
I wonder if this grief will stay with my for the rest of my life.
I wonder if this grief will become part of me.
I wonder.
I wonder...
I wonder...
I wonder..
But in reality,
<b>wondering</b>
doesn't get you any where,
does it?
 amerikia · Tue Jun 03, 2008 @ 05:26pm · 0 Comments |
