A Bad Case of Nostalgia
We met on February the twelfth, (1998), smitten by her, that was I
But then myself I thought it was fate, once bittern, now twice as shy
It was a strange situation as we had met in unusual circumstances
She too dealing with depression, yet I couldn’t ignore her advances
She was my girlfriend, yeah my love, someone I wanted to marry
But in the end, I'd ask was I really good enough to make her happy?
And because of what love brings, the relationship I tried to rekindle
But gave up trying to fix things, at times I ask was I better off single?
If we'd first befriended ,but guess fools rush in, could I say it any louder
Was it not intended, now where to begin with this bad case of nostalgia
Now a decade ago thinking of every moment we'd share, and every kiss
I'm starting to fade into obscurity, thinking of us back there, I reminisce
And my thoughts numb, so many memories over played of her and I
Here I now am just sitting on my bum, as the parade passes me by
Was I simply misunderstood?, I mean can I really say it any louder?
It's no good, because right now it feels like a bad case of nostalgia
Written (2005) this is part two/ a follow up to worlds apart(1998)
About someone who I was very much in love with
This just giving a little more insight
trying to put so much in to four verses but keep a pattern
was going to strip apart rewrite tough thought leave as is
because this i wrote as words came to me at time
though their were two extra lines i took out
which were.......................
iLL HEALTH NOT FEELING SO GREAT BUT WHAT iVE WRIITEN EXPLAINS WHY
THINKING SHE WAS MY DESTINATION I TOOK MY CHANCES
Copyright © David Scott | Year Posted 2014
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