Thoughts

Thoughts

Monday, July 4, 2011

 

By Shaire Blythe

 

No, I wasn't real,

I was just a pigment of your imagination,

 

No, you weren't real,

You were just a dream that I had believed,

Took place,

Just erase,

Look at the facts,

Where are we both standing now...

 

I will soon be a memory, then forgotten,

You will soon be a memory and forgotten too...

 

What were we to do...

 

I wasn't there, in your arms, in your bed,

It had to be someone else,

 

You weren't here, in my arms, in my bed,

It must've been someone else,

In that space,

Just erase,

Look at the facts,

Where are we both standing now...

 

Everything took place, but lets just erase,

Look at our facts,

We are both standing next to someone new...

 

There was nothing for us to do.