People From My Past
I hate seeing people from my past and I know it may sound bad to say that but you were apart
of me like a glove; you stole a piece of my heart from the first glance. I hate it when they mention
your name especially because it makes my heart skip a beat. It never fails in my mind I just
count the seconds until they enter your name into the conversation. You were truly magnificent
and people will always talk about you but that doesn't mean I want to hear it. Even though I can't
help but smile whenever I hear about you I get upset whenever the news isn't good. I can't help
being stuck on you like glue... I want you but your miles away and I can't reach. A confused look
comes across my face everytime I get back to feeling like a 13 year old. You were in my day
dreams and in my head whenever my forehead hit the pillow I was thinking about you. So why
now I mean how after all this time could I still want you to be mines? I am constantly confused
and I am constantly upset that what I want I can never get.
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