Walk in my mind...

I’ am not a poet. This is not a book. Instead these are collections of what I think. These are broken pieces of shattered memories. This is a journey. You can travel by plane, car, train, or any vehicle that your mind will allow you to use. The journey begins where you start and it ends where you stop it. This is a path with no definite destination. Its directions could change at any moment. Its navigational system is simply the use of imagination, which means you can travel anywhere and arrive there at anytime. You are now a passenger on the THE FREEWAY OF THOUGHT





Monday, March 15, 2010

"I Miss Her Again"

I miss her again
I know I shouldn't
I know that I'm not suppose to
But I do
I do miss her again
And I won't say it. I won't show her my thoughts
I won't allow her to see this movie of memories that plays over and over in my head
Besides,...right before the credits is a happy ending
She has he, I have she
That's how it should be
Happy...Ending
The ending of what we shared is suppose to bring us peace and happiness
Her changing moods and attitude is why I left in the first place
It was no space for laughter...so we both left and found it
Happiness that is
We both wanted to smile again
It felt to good to never try again
Smile that is
But she changed. She rewrote the plot and concept of our movie
She stop being the villain and became beautiful again
When ...we.....became...friends again
When it became to late
So now I hide
I put this sign up that says friendship whenever she is near me
I won't let her know who is behind this sign
I will never tell her that behind it is a man who has begin to miss her
A man who misses the sound of her laugh
A man who misses the taste of her
A man who misses how she once yearned for the me the way I yearn for her now
I miss that
Her that is...
I know that I shouldn't
That I'm not suppose to
But I do
I do miss her again
But I have to settle for our happy ending
I have to lie
I have to act as if I haven't thought to myself for weeks
What it would be
To please....her....one last time
I have to pretend. I have to continue being her friend
And promise that I will never say to her
How much it is that I miss her....
Again

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