Questions

Questions

A Poem by Georgia

Every night when I go to bed,
These questions are whirling around in my head.
Do you think of me as I think of you?
Is it just me, or is it you too?

Night after night and day after day,
You're stuck in my head and won't go away.
Sometimes I wish I could just let you go,
Sometimes I wish I could just let you know.

If I ever told you that I love you still,
Would you runaway or climb this tall hill?
To get to the top and win this great war,
Or stay deep down here, regretful, I'm sure.

The pain I have suffered, will never give in,
Through heartache and tears, I shall finally win.
With you by my side, I shall still carry on,
'Til hate, fear and envy are finally gone.

If you don't accept, I won't break down and cry,
I'll smile, turn my head, and say my goodbyes.
For the world is so big and you're not the only,
Fish in the sea, I'll never get lonely.

Time heals pain �" a fact all so true,
A few months alone, I'll be fine without you.
If we could time travel, believe me I would,
Change all the things about us I could.

Maybe if you could read this right now,
You could change your mind, maybe, somehow,
Go right back to how we used to be,
Do you understand, well, do you agree?

You're all of the things I want in my life,
Without you the pain's like a bullet or knife.
So I'm still sat here wondering why,
And I won't stop asking 'til I get a reply.

Do you still love me? Want to be together?
Are you on my side? Through whatever weather?
Am I in your head? From morning 'til night?
Am I in your dreams? When you turn out the light?

© 2013 Georgia


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Added on December 16, 2013
Last Updated on December 16, 2013
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Georgia
Georgia

Nottingham, United Kingdom



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I am a girl who mainly writes poetry but I have also written a few short stories. I write poetry to vent out my feelings, let's call me a poet version of Taylor Swift. more..

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