21 August 2012

Nostalgia

Tasting the sweetness of your words resound
I forget myself in your world
But you already disappeared
And left a dying diabetic
In my mind, I look in your eyes
Blinded by the pain of unanswered whys’

How bitter the sting
To know to hear the song you sing
You gave my very own
To be left with none
After several voices that warned
Of course the voices were ill formed
Since it was norm we only listened
When our voices echoed in cacophony.

Okay let’s watch from outside and critique
I can certainly see how planning with me;
Was cold, long and bleak
But would you admit;
Our foundations were weak.
Oh the smiles on our faces
when I see it's pretty orange face tick
We lost sight of what mattered
And sunk into a show of individuality
A party of idiosyncrasies
What happened to the sum that equalled us?

I’ll tell the truth and admit
I feel as though an island sat alone
And before driving me loony
Projected from my thoughts 
The memories of the beauty in seeing you smile
It’s rejected by my mind
Deprived of its vitality;
That-which came from you,
I realised, it isn’t missed
By the skin; it chose to scorch.

While I wonder if you know
Though it appears so you chose
One thing I had failed to realise
I guess my biggest regret
Is seemingly how the ugly
Is beauty at its simplest.
Beetroot red
Sorry for all the wrong that was said
While I keep memories of us alive
I wouldn’t be lying
Keeping missing you suppressed.

"...things end, memories barely ever...
And sometimes you miss the memories more..."