Tag: memories

How Long Will I Love You

Six more months
Until you’re home again
Except your home
Isn’t mine anymore
I wonder if you’re still
The very same man
Who I fell in love with before
Maybe we’re just not meant to be
Just wasting time
Playing stupid games
Maybe I should wait and see
But how long should I still wait

Let Me

I don’t quite understand
Why I’m feeling the way I am
How I have come this far
So black and blue
Yet so much in love
With a man who could never be mine
Because his heart lies elsewhere
Somewhere but here with me
Even the best memories we’d have
Won’t make him stay
It’ll only make him realize
His plans shouldn’t include me
Yet I stay and I pray
That one day he will see
That he can fully open up to me
That I could be his future
If he’d just let me

November Thoughts

It was November
Yes, I still remember
We were at that bar
Where no one sober
Likes to go to
But always seems to
End up there anyway
With the taste of tequila shots
Still lingering around
In the back of our throats
We fell in love for a brief moment
What felt like a lifetime

Under the Sheets

Can we lay here in your bed
For a little while longer
I think it may be the last time
We will be like this together
I know what has been on your mind
Each time you look into my eyes
You could never say those words
So maybe I should say them now
But without actually saying them
I am hoping these actions
Will speak for themselves


Remember that time
I sat on your lap
While you whispered
Let’s not see other people
I knew deep down inside
It was all a lie
Something I haven’t heard
In quite a while
So I let myself fall for it
While you let me kiss your lips
Brush your beautiful hair
Hold you tightly against me
I could hear your heart
It was beating just for me
But I didn’t realize then
That I was just projecting
My fairytale ending onto you


My dearest John,
How’s the new job treating you
I heard you moved to a new country
Must be hard starting over alone
It’s been over 6 months now since we last spoke
Maybe even more, but who’s counting
I guess it’s just me who is
Don’t worry, I still remember you
Not sure if I ever cross your mind
I guess I don’t, but that’s okay
I have always been sentimental that way
A small girl with a heavy heart
Always overanalyzing things that never made any sense
But that seemed to intrigue you about me
While I was fascinated by your wisdom and awkward jokes
Your love for football and beer
Together with your inability to keep your word
Your actions were all I saw
But even those meant nothing at all
While these memories I have of you
They still linger around
So I guess you did mean something
Not a lot, but enough to bring me back
To that rainy Saturday evening when we first met

Dirty Little Toy

I wonder who you’ll be fucking tonight
While your lover’s gone for the night
Who will fall for your beautiful lies now
As I did for a long long while
How could I be so wrong about you
How could you be so good to me
Then throw me aside
Like an old piece of dirty toy
But boy, oh what a boy
What an adventure it was
For the both of us
Yet I misunderstood love with lust
Lust with desire
Desire with attention
Attention with curiosity
The thought of you and me
I shall erase it
Never speak of this again
Unless you want me to

Leave Right Now

Do you mind
If I lingered here
For a little while longer
I’d like to memorize
The smell of your cologne
The lines on your face
The freckles on your nose
I used to count them
One by one by one
Till you would fall asleep
Now you can’t wait
For me to leave


These memories of you and me
Are fading slowly and ever so effortlessly
I stopped trying a long time ago
But so have you, I suppose
Yet here I am, thinking about you
All so sudden, out of the blue
You know, I will be leaving soon
Further away from you and our memories
Would you call me crazy
Would you call me stupid
Would you call me, still?
At least we’ll have the memories
Or at least what’s left of them


One week has passed
I never wrote you back
But you could’ve checked up on me

Two weeks have gone by
You never reminded me
That you were still missing me

Three weeks later
I guess we both have busy lives
Busy ignoring each other

Now it’s been a month
All that’s not been said and done
It’s good to stay out of touch

One year from now
Would I still think of you somehow
Or will I have moved on to another