wonder of this world
"alma mater dear we give our thanks to you"
the words are engrained in my brain just like my thoughts of you
walking those familiar streets leads me down the lane of memories
lockers, hallway kisses, holding hands
things that were so minor yet meant so much
its so sad to think that those times were so insignificant then
but now mean so much and will never be duplicated
there are so many things i wish i could tell you
but i cant for many reasons
it isnt right, it isnt proper, it isnt what you want to hear
but its what i want to say, what i feel
when someone close to you dies you go through three stages of recovery
numbness and shock: pushing you, asking what i did wrong, what happened, not accepting that this could have happened
bereavement: seeing you everywhere, somewhat hallucinations of you and constant nostalgia
recovery: i dont even know what this stage means
i have been walking in the same ways that i used to and its like when i am back here something inside me becomes more confident yet more lonely at the same time.
its almost as if i have you back with me in this atmosphere like knowing you are near
you were near this week, i know you were.
when we called it quits it was for the best
we needed to grow up, we were just kids
we needed to find ourselves and we told each other
assuring ourselves that if it was meant to be we would end up together
i still live by that.
it is meant to be.
i never loved anyone like i loved you
i never knew anyone like i knew you
i was never loved by anyone more than you
i am here. not hopelessly waiting but i am here when you come back, because i know you will come calling.
back where a first kiss means the world.
the words are engrained in my brain just like my thoughts of you
walking those familiar streets leads me down the lane of memories
lockers, hallway kisses, holding hands
things that were so minor yet meant so much
its so sad to think that those times were so insignificant then
but now mean so much and will never be duplicated
there are so many things i wish i could tell you
but i cant for many reasons
it isnt right, it isnt proper, it isnt what you want to hear
but its what i want to say, what i feel
when someone close to you dies you go through three stages of recovery
numbness and shock: pushing you, asking what i did wrong, what happened, not accepting that this could have happened
bereavement: seeing you everywhere, somewhat hallucinations of you and constant nostalgia
recovery: i dont even know what this stage means
i have been walking in the same ways that i used to and its like when i am back here something inside me becomes more confident yet more lonely at the same time.
its almost as if i have you back with me in this atmosphere like knowing you are near
you were near this week, i know you were.
when we called it quits it was for the best
we needed to grow up, we were just kids
we needed to find ourselves and we told each other
assuring ourselves that if it was meant to be we would end up together
i still live by that.
it is meant to be.
i never loved anyone like i loved you
i never knew anyone like i knew you
i was never loved by anyone more than you
i am here. not hopelessly waiting but i am here when you come back, because i know you will come calling.
back where a first kiss means the world.