These Things

These tears just seem to fall

Upon my pillow all night long

For your scent lingers here

And I long for the love that once was

I'm lost in the memories

Floating aimlessly through 

What else can I do

Without you

I'm being brave

Fighting this feeling

That might just break through

Maybe one day I'll reach out to you

I wonder if you'll reach back

So I hold out my hand

And I brace myself 

Expecting you to slap my love away

You give me that look

I know

Nothing can be done

Sitting here

Thinking of what might could happen

If things actually happened

These things that would've been the future

And memories by this time

My tears are dried on my face

And my eyes are swollen and red

But I keep thinking of those memories

As your scent wafts to me

Clogging my ability to think

To move on

These things that happened

Between you and me

Distant memories if you ask you

New beginnings if you ask me

But you don't ask

You are simply not my love

But my past

You are not my future

But my memory

And you are not my best friend

But a best friend remembered 

Author's Note

it had to be written. sorry if u dont like it....

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

oh the sad memories ,how can i wipe you off my mind
you are only my past ,and never be my future
i can see you if i reach out ,will you give me your hand
no i can see that looks on your eyes so i embrace myself
for i know you are not my love ,you were never
you are just a memory in my mind
not a best friend but a friend to be remembered
what pretty words so romantic with a tinge of sadness
i will wipe you out of my mind though tears still flow from my eyes,you are just a bad memory,lovely writing beautiful words and images

[MarchAprilMayJuneJuly]

i liked this and if people don't like it, then they must not understand it... But like all of your writings, this made me think....

awesome!!!;)

~may

[Lexy]

No, I liked it, and I agree that it had to be written. A lot of people understand how that feels, but maybe in different ways. I liked it, just wondering if the rhymes were intentional.