Time

Hearing you say my name
is like listening to this horrible
written and sang song.

Looking at you is like living
in the past and never being
able to move on.

The year is almost over,
and yet another year to spend
with you as a senior.

The sweet sensation I got
from talking to you has now
gone sour, and unwanted.

Hope, I never lost even when
you broke my heart. I don’t
worry. Time will mend my heart.

Maybe not time, but there will be
someone that wont loose me and
cherish me the way you never did.