Missing You

I know we haven't spoken for a long time.

I know that things are weird between us,

Although I don't quite know why...

You said that I was your “best friend",

I wish I had known what to say then.

I just want you to know,

That even though I didn't say It back,

That I miss you,

And I would give anything,

To hug you once again.

I wish that you still looked at me,

The way you did then.

The way your eyes lit up when you saw me,

Although maybe that was just reflected light.

But the way you smiled when I spoke to you,

I know my expression must have been a mirror image of yours.

I wish that you could read this'

That you could know how I truly feel,

But you're too far away,

And you're not listening anymore...

Attention Perspective

You say that you don’t get attention,

You say that we’re the ones to blame.

But when I try to speak to you,

All you do is run away.

You claim that you’re being ignored,

While wasting all our precious time.

Can’t you see that we’re all bored,

Of every time you start to whine?

I understand you may be lonely,

And feel like things aren’t going well.

But I can’t believe you blame us only.

And expect us, on your pain, to dwell.

If you want some help, don’t make us,

Figure out each tiny Clue.

And with your problems, do not blame us,

For whatever’s wrong with you.

The simple fact is that, we’re tired,

When you expect us to supply,

More attention that required,

To problems which you always hide.

Can’t you see we all are troubled?

Our lives don’t gravitate ‘round you.

It’s not our fault you’ve been so coddled,

We can’t spend all our time with you.

And if you say that I am lying,

And deceiving you about what’s there.

I’m telling you now, I’m just trying,

To be honest…

…Because others won’t dare.

Thoughts of You

You were in my thoughts

When I realised,

That I’d seen a sparkle,

In your eyes.

I never took you seriously.

I always played around.

I didn’t think you’d look twice at me,

Didn’t know what I had found.

I don’t know what you saw in me,

Or if it’s just a dream.

But when I see you look at me,

You don’t just smile,

You beam.

The Miserable Ones

It's music flows within my veins.

They sing, my heart stands still.

I wish that moment could stay forever,

That I could freeze time at will.

Those hours will forever haunt me,

Shadowing life in a dull grey hue.

But when I listen I have found the key,

To a world where dreams come true.

The moments of that night are guarded,

Safe within my mind and heart.

I can't believe that night has parted,

And now my hopes are torn apart.

It was as though my world had just begun,

My dreams unfolded before my eyes.

But now the battle's over and done,

The dream before me slowly dies.

The things that used to give me joy,

Now leave me feeling empty, cold.

But I shall keep the music with me,

Even when I'm weak and old.

Skys of Life

I search the skys for signs of life,

of hope, of love, of hate, of strife.
    

The clouds covered the endless blue.

I find no birds that once there flew.

 
   

I see the grey that veils the night,

Where once I saw the stars so bright.
 

With death comes the gift of life,

of hope of love of hate of strife.

Boredom

As I'm looking at this screen,

I search for inspiration.

  

But staring blankly so it seems,

Is not cause for celebration.
 
  

I could search the library’s depths,

For classic works of fiction.

  

For books can be a constant source,

Of adventure and addiction.

  
 

Perhaps I'll curl up in a corner,

Searching for a rhyme.

 

But today I'll have to leave that,

For another time.

Does it matter if he loves me?

So he says, he loves me.

Is it true?

Does it even matter,

If I don’t feel the same way?
  
   
He’s sweet and kind and caring,

But, is that enough?

Should I give him a chance?

Or should I pass him by?
  
 
Is he simply infatuated,

Or does he truly feel the way he thinks he does?

Should I have done things differently,

Or did I treat him right?
  
   
   He sometimes seems too close for comfort,

Smothering me with what he says is love.

But does it matter if he loves me,

If I can’t feel the same?