If only I could tell you what I’ve been through. It’s been difficult not sharing all that makes me happy with you. Sometimes late at night when I turn to my side I’m shaken with fright. You used to be there to keep me safe. You were my home and now I just wander. I just roam!
I haven’t been the same, since you uttered my name and now I’m going insane. It was those words that you said.
I love you I surely do but now you left and I’m without a clue. What will I do?
Was it all in my head?
You never loved me! It was a fantasy! Now there are tears being shed. Was it all in my head?
I still miss your lips kissing me so…
And your arms caressing me till I yelled let me go…
The highlight of my day was being with you every night.
And then you left and it wasn’t right! I cry. Was it all in my head?
Why dd you always stay through the night? Why did you always hold me so tight? Why did your eyes tell mine that you weren’t going anywhere and that we had a life to share?
I shout out that my witness is my bed but now there are just tears to be shed cause I know it was all in my head.
I actually wrote this to be lyrics for a song. What do you think? How many of us meet others that seem to just get us? We make instant bonds with them only to wake up one day and realize they have left us. I used to think there was something wrong with me but today I know that when others leave it might just mean they don’t feel worthy of the love I give them.
I know my positive attributes and what I need to work on. Sadly others just walk in a semi-comatose state, barely feeling anything and only going through motions and the minute they make a true connection they sever ties to it. They rather lose the connection early on to avoid losing the connection later on. They are lonely and look to connect but fear it at the same time. Ever wonder why some people leave their spouses when their spouses get a serious illness like cancer? Makes you think. Right? I don’t regret loving others even if at times it wasn’t returned. To quote Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem In Memoriam:27, 1850— It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. Do you agree? Why or why not?