Words Spoken |
| by Nicole Kowalkowski |
Things you've said to me,
I will never, ever forget.
Words like "love", "meant to be, "
just words, not heaven sent.
Feelings beyond, once felt,
now just dwindled away.
Reading them makes me melt,
not feeling is how we stay.
Moments that we shared,
were great, even passionate.
Nothing could be compared,
to a likeness that was so set.
Trust came easy for me,
but undoubtedly not for you.
Wishing, I could only to see,
What did I really do?
Always saying you wouldn't cheat,
never, ever would you do that.
With every guy my heart skips a beat,
it's usually always the reason, Pat.
Seemingly on opposite ends,
I suppose could be true.
The end as "just friends,"
What end is that to you?
The girl not for you,
is what I seem to be.
Not sorry is very true,
a wife you truly need.
Constantly people always change,
believe me, I understand this.
In four months seems so strange,
even you can't keep a promise.
Worried I would breakup with you,
this topic always seemed to come.
Tides change, now look who,
Words Spoken that are set and done.
I thought you were different;
thought you'd even understand.
Beautiful roses that were sent,
made now only to look like sand.
I remember reading a poem one day,
I think it's still in its fold.
Many words, too much to say,
we'll just leave "Things Untold."
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