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