DeeplyDepressed

How much is a life worth anyways....
2003-11-20 23:10:35 (UTC)

For He Who Has Forgotten Me

For He Who Has Forgotten Me


I wrote a poem for he who would never write for me
In honor of our friendship and it's long lost memory
Summoned every ounce of spirit and released it through my
pen
Got lost between the lines over and over again
But when I tried to read it I stuttered every word
And I fear that it's because he'd merely think it was
absurd
That I would try so hard and still fail miserabley
To write a poem for he who would never write for me

I painted a portrait of he who would never paint of me
Put my emotions into colors however bleak they seemed to be
All except those bright blue eyes that just don't look at
me the same
I blended every shade of grey and sealed it with my name
But when I put it on display it lacked that final touch
And I fear that it's because it would hurt me just too much
To paint a countenance so weary when it never used to be
Before I painted the portrait of he who will never paint of
me

I sang a song for he who would never sing to me
Took the music from my soul and composed a symphony
Perfected every note to call for him by name
To serenade his heavy heart instead of cause it pain
But when I stood up to perform the tune projected
bittersweetly
And I fear that it's because he'll never understand
completely
The meaning hidden deep within the casual melody
Of a song I sang for he who would never sing to me

I cried a tear for he who will never cry for me
For every time we spent just sitting next to our special
tree
For the way I'll spend my sleepless nights in absolute
dispair
Forever reaching out for him when I know he isn't there
But sometimes I still imagine him near, even though I know
And I fear that it's because I just can't bare to let him
go
So I'm doomed to spend my life in a broken fantasy
Thinking and dreaming of he who has long forgotten me




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