November 8, 2007

Almost a Year Now.

Last year, before the leaves disappeared,
you told me I was the only one for you.
Last year, before the snow started to fall,
you told me you would never leave.
Last year, when the air went cold,
you told me you loved me.
But the leaves are falling again and you have someone else.
That snow is now gone, just like you.
The air is just starting to cool down again,
and you love anyone but me.
And now the leaves are back,
but starting to fall again, and we're over.
And it all slipped away so slowly.
And I've learned that you don't know what you've got until it's gone.
People don't know how lucky they are if you're in their lives.
And I dispise people who take you for granted.
I've tried to say all the things I want to say,
but it never comes out right.
It always sounds like some corny love poem.
It's deeper than that, and you'll never understand.
and I'm still here, waiting, for you to listen to the real me.
This is me, the one who I wished you could know.
And all I ever do is wish that things were different.
The envy of her talking to you, laughing with you, touching you.
Oh the envy of her is killing me.
Almost a year now, and I wonder if you still care.
Almost a year now, and I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
Almost a year now, and I wonder if you ever remember my name.

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