It’s been a long time girl but I still miss you the same;
Time never did it’s job, your memory was never erased;
I still cry whenever I hear our song, the love never left when you walked away;
It just grew as karma took me back and made me relive my every single mistake;
Making me wish I did things diffrently, wondering if I had would you have chose to stay;
I don’t know what it is that makes me feel this way;
There were alot of lovers before you and a few since you slipped away;
So why was loosing you so much harder too take;
With them it took a month or two and I was doing just fine again;
With you it’s been 6 years and I miss you every single day;
I wish I knew the reason my heart refuses kill this lover’s flame;
I’ve tried it all, everything I have has failed;
It’s not like I just sat back and decieded to accept my fate;
It’s not like I chose to still love you when you’re so far away;
Girl I can’t explain love or the rules of the game;
Why I still love a girl who no longer feels the same;
Alot of women makes moves, I simply decline;
Knowing I’d be using them to forget the one that used to be mine;
I don’t want karma to pay me back like it did when you walked out of my life;
The pain is too unbearable to explain, I’d be damned if I pretend to love another knowing it’s just a lie;
I would be a fool to now see but to act blind;
To make the same mistakes for the second time;
You should learn from all mistakes, it’s called “LIFE”;
I’d rather be alone until the day I can say you are no longer consuming my mind;
I don’t know how long it will take, it’s already been such a long time;
I’ve sent plea’s to heaven but all I get back is a busy line;
I stopped begging God and just accepted that you’d be the one reason I still cry;
While my heart is frozen inside;
People keep asking why I write such sad poems, well to me it’s more than words, it’s my everyday life;
I’d rather be real so people can relate than too sell a lie;
How could I understand a struggle of another if I never struggled the same;
I feel the same when I let my pen bleed words onto a blank page;
People are so used to lies, they would spot a fake;
I don’t ever want that label, I’d rather accept people’s constant complaints;
About my sad poems, that would be so much easier to take;
If people can’t understand the words now, like the Bible, you never really understand a verse until you live it and can relate;
Then you understand the power of a living word, my poems are written with the same mind state;
You never really understand why, until that one day;
And your mind takes you back to these words long after I’m in a shallow grave;
You think back and you gained wisdom and wonder why you judged so easy instead of understanding from where I came;