Missing you...

Tears roll down my eyes, as the thought of you becomes a memory.
A pain that can't be torn from my soul.
I wish that I could go on without thoughts of you imbedded in my every thought.

I miss you, and I don't even know why.
For each day you always made me cry.
My desires were never truly fulfilled.
My needs were never truly met.
I miss you, and I don't even know why.

Why must my days be filled with missing you?
Why must your face be compared to everyone I meet?
Why have I shut the door to love another?

Missing you is all I know.
Missing you is painful.
Just as loving you is painful.

I know your days do not even include a thought of me.
I know your days are filled with all the things you ever wished for.

So now, I am nothing more than a picture from the past.
Nothing more, but burnt flowers scattered across your ocean.

Flowing back to me, one day I hope.
So that I can become whole, without thoughts of missing you…

By: Beryl Berry
Copyright 2008
All Rights Reserved

 


Copyright 2008
All Rights Reserved