Sometimes

March 16th

Sometimes, I miss you,

Sometimes, I cry,

Sometimes, I lay awake, 

Wishing I would just die.

I even miss the sound of your voice,

And the way you used to talk.

I remember the sunset,

I remember the dream.

But most of all i remember,

The way things used to be.

Sometimes i wonder, 

About why things changed.

And other times,

I just let it fade.

Reviews

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Sometimes it's just bet to take a deep breath in and just sigh!
I like this it leaves hope at the end. Very well expressed and written