Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
Oh, the place we
could've been,
should've been,
would've been.
Faraway from where we are,
now.
I wonder sometimes,
does she miss me
as much as I miss her?
Is there longing? Is there desire?
Does it lay deep inside her,
or on her sleeve?
Laying in her bed,
the time I said
"We might not be this close again, for a very long time."
This struggle that I have,
sometimes think about giving up.
Reminds me of all the horrible mistakes,
that have littered our past.
I made it through another day,
without crying for her.
But just barely,
35 minutes into another day that I lose.
And I now find myself tonight,
wishing I had taken more pictures.
More images that could remind me,
of better times where we were happy.
The picture that sits waiting to be put back,
is of a night that both of us will remember
but want to forget.
Photos in her room,
of two days that were supposed to be special.
A constant reminder of
when things "started to go downhill",
both of us,
reminded each time we see
Photos in our rooms,
moments frozen in time.
Marking pain when they meant
to mark moments of joy.
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The wave of the future
could've been,
should've been,
would've been.
Faraway from where we are,
now.
I wonder sometimes,
does she miss me
as much as I miss her?
Is there longing? Is there desire?
Does it lay deep inside her,
or on her sleeve?
Laying in her bed,
the time I said
"We might not be this close again, for a very long time."
This struggle that I have,
sometimes think about giving up.
Reminds me of all the horrible mistakes,
that have littered our past.
I made it through another day,
without crying for her.
But just barely,
35 minutes into another day that I lose.
And I now find myself tonight,
wishing I had taken more pictures.
More images that could remind me,
of better times where we were happy.
The picture that sits waiting to be put back,
is of a night that both of us will remember
but want to forget.
Photos in her room,
of two days that were supposed to be special.
A constant reminder of
when things "started to go downhill",
both of us,
reminded each time we see
Photos in our rooms,
moments frozen in time.
Marking pain when they meant
to mark moments of joy.
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The wave of the future
