My dear friend I'm sad to say
I didn't treasure what I had,
Instead of treating you like gold
I treated you rather bad.
Now you're with somebody else
But you have to think of this,
You know I don't want to interfere
But am I something that you miss
I'm not telling you that you have to choose
Just something that should be on you mind,
Who would you prefer to be with
In this moment of time.
Whose face would you prefer to see
When you awake from sleep,
Whose shoulder would you prefer to turn to
At those moments you need to weep.
Whose lips would you prefer to taste
When you feel that way,
Which arms do you wish were holding you
Every moment of your day.
I hope it's me you think about
When you're all alone,
I hope it's me you dream about
When you're asleep at home.
You've always been inside my mind
And somewhere in my heart,
Now I think I have matured
And I pray for a new start.
A new beginning unlike the last
With you and only you,
I hope to right my old mistakes
With something beautiful and new.
You are my guiding beacon
That I'd follow at all costs,
And no matter what I'd stand by you
Even those times when you are lost.
I've never said and meant these words
And the feelings are kind of new,
But Chelsea here I give you my heart
And say that I Love You.
This I wrote last night at work, or this morn, well it was late...)
4:04 p.m. - 2001-06-08
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