gone but not forgottin

i wonder if he knows

just how much i loved him

how good he made me feel

   he was never just one of those guys

or just some time i wanted to kill

just the mere mention of his name

gives me such a thrill

eventho we will never again speak

in my heart i love him still

i have memory of the times we shared

i know that i always will

most of our talks were laughs and jokes

not saying what we felt inside

i pretended well not to love him

but wanting him i could not hide

ill spend the rest of my life thinking about him

and i'll smile at some things he said

alot of things i wanted to say

but those words will never be read

i know someday we'll look in the sky

and view  the same shining star

and i'll be thinking to myself

"baby you're my special wish ,

no matter where you are"

 

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nightlight1220's picture

oh boy. Nice poem, but waste

oh boy. Nice poem, but waste of energy. Too many other ways to spend time, huh. 

 

I love your poems!

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

golly_mz_molly's picture

thanks for taking time out

thanks for taking time out and reading what i vent lol,,,i've read a few of your poems also ,,,very nice ,,,i hope one day to write as well ,,