You’ll Understand One Day

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;