Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Forget & Remember . -.-"

Forget his name, forget his face 
Forget his kiss and his warm embrace 
Forget the love that once came true 
Remember now there's someone new,

Forget the love that you once shared 
Forget the face that had once cared 
Forget the time you spent together 
Remember now he's gone forever, 

Forget you cried the whole night through 
Forget him when they play your song 
Forget how close you two once were 
Remember now he's chosen her, 

Forget you memorized his walk 
Forget the way he used to talk 
Forget the times he was mad 
Remember he's happy instead of sad, 

Forget his teasing, gentle ways 
Forget you saw him everyday 
Forget he made your dreams come true 
Remember now she loves him too, 

Forget the thrill when he walked by 
Forget him when he made you cry 
Forget the way he spoke your name 
Remember now he's not the same, 

Forget the way he said he loved you 
Forget the way he kissed and hugged you 
Forget all those nights when he held you tight 
Remember now he holds her tonight, 

Forget all those sunny days 
Forget all those poems he made 
Forget those times through good and bad 
Remember he said he'd never make you sad, 

Forget the games he played with you 
Forget the times he stayed with you 
Forget those cold, cold nights 
Remember now he keeps her warm tonight, 

Forget the way he looked at you 
Forget you kissed the whole night through 
Forget all you dreams came true 
REMEMBER, that he doesn't love you.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

If Only ..

10th grade 

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade 
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. 

Senior year 
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. 

Graduation Day 
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later 
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.