The worse possible break-up
Their fight the night before had been way to much
Things were said that were never meant
He heard her cry as he drifted off to sleep
No, he did not sleep well
His dreams kept drifting back to her
How he felt when he held her
How the smell of her shampoo drove him through the roof
How normal it felt to say "I love you"
Why did they argue?
Was the problem so bad that they could not just talk
Words were said that neither meant to say
He never wanted to say that he hated her
He never meant to tell her that he never loved her
He knew better.
She should have known better
Seconds passed and millions of ideas ran through his mind
In the other room he heard a door close
He thought he had a chance to say "I'm sorry"
He had the chance to hold her once again
He opened the bedroom door
Looked into her eyes as she stood there
He never said a word
Afraid that the one wrong word would make her leave and never come back
There was a bag in her hand but he did not notice
He ran to her and whispered in her ear.
She smiled at him and said that she loved him too
She kissed him with the loving kiss he thought he had lost
Then she laughed and said that they were out of milk
so she was at the store so they could have breakfast together.
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2006-11-17 at 04:01
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The End Of A Long Fight
Without even waking he knewTheir fight the night before had been way to much
Things were said that were never meant
He heard her cry as he drifted off to sleep
No, he did not sleep well
His dreams kept drifting back to her
How he felt when he held her
How the smell of her shampoo drove him through the roof
How normal it felt to say "I love you"
Why did they argue?
Was the problem so bad that they could not just talk
Words were said that neither meant to say
He never wanted to say that he hated her
He never meant to tell her that he never loved her
He knew better.
She should have known better
Seconds passed and millions of ideas ran through his mind
In the other room he heard a door close
He thought he had a chance to say "I'm sorry"
He had the chance to hold her once again
He opened the bedroom door
Looked into her eyes as she stood there
He never said a word
Afraid that the one wrong word would make her leave and never come back
There was a bag in her hand but he did not notice
He ran to her and whispered in her ear.
She smiled at him and said that she loved him too
She kissed him with the loving kiss he thought he had lost
Then she laughed and said that they were out of milk
so she was at the store so they could have breakfast together.
Poetry by Rob Taylor
Read 784 times
Written on 2006-11-17 at 04:01
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