What has happened to people's common sense?
I hate when people don't want to listen to an explanation. They automatically get annoyed and assume your lying or complaining. Even if there was no logical reason whatsoever to lie. I always hear people out. Sometimes I get frustrated and try to interrupt, but for the most part unless I'm completely sure of what had happened, I will believe them. Maybe this is a fault of mine, but it's better than those people that automatically assume they are right. On top of it they won't even listen to see, that maybe, just possibly, they were wrong.
I wish they would; they could learn so much.
Monday, February 23, 2009
I'm stuck inside those memories.
I'll never forget those moments.
These memories never seem to fade.
There's so many days I will never forget.
You were the best part of my life.
You still are for that matter.
It's all probably nothing but a memory to you.
I hope this isn't true. Most of the things that I say are wrong, and I really do hope this is one of them. If it isn't though; please don't let those memories fade away.
I want you.
I love you.
I need you.
How come the smallest things always seem to have the biggest impact?
Those little words matter so much.
Tonight I'll go to sleep with thoughts of you on my mind; if I sleep at all that is.
When I do drift off into that slumberland; those dreams will be of you.
It seems as if every minute of every day is spent thinking of you.
The thing is, I don't want it any other way.
If I had one wish, it would be to spend the rest of my life with you, another cliche.
It's just so true.
If I could have this one wish I could forever have moments,
wonderful new moments with you.
Not these memories.
Anything but these memories.
Every night I dwell on those memories.
I really did picture you that way.
Sitting in my back yard.
I remember staring into your eyes.
I remember feeling that cool night air.
I pictured us sitting there,
talking, laughing, crying
laying together on that white chair.
I'd do anything to turn back time,
Back to the days when you were mine.
Somehow those moments turned to memories.
Every day before I sleep,
I find one.
I go back to that wonderful moment in time.
I find myself in blissful peace,
playing through it all,
just to finish and realize what it was,
all just a memory.
How do these moments turn to memories?
I know it sounds dumb, but somehow I still believe you and me were meant to be.