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Storing Stories

There is a cloud within my mind
I cannot paint a sound
I cannot see the air around
The writings on the wall are blank

How do you write a story that has ended?

Maria Michaela

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No words can say how much I loved him
And no emotions can describe the hurt that followed
I fell hard, fast and almost at a whim
I was so ready that my pride I swallowed

He made me feel good
And we had intelligent conversations
He knew how to put me in a good mood
He was my inspiration

But like most mutual feelings I had
He left me hanging there
Which made me so sad
And wished he’d be here

But I can only hold on for so long
I’ve lost hope that he’ll try
I ask myself how did it go wrong?
I couldn’t find the answer, and so I cry

I have to let it go now
I just don’t know how
Forever in my memory
I wonder if for him I will be

To Be Ignored

He was, is the one
But he would prefer I ignore him
He just doesn’t feel the same way as I do
So I move, away
To someone else, at some place
Yet I can’t help but wonder if he will ever miss me

He spoke words
Inaudible at first
Because I didn’t pay him enough attention

But I like talking to him
Being with him
Because he has a wonderful mind

He’s poetic in many ways
He knows what to say
And when the topic is all on him
He has a way of turning things around

He wants to be mysterious
But in his mysteriousness I find his true self
In some ways, we see through each other
And I am always in awe of his wonderful mind

Take me back down memory lane
But I don’t want to stay there
I’ve been stuck there for too long
Time to get up and move along

Yet nothing pleases me more than to see you happy
Are you happy now?
Because I pray that you are

My heart!
Yes, my heart is still breaking
But I’m trying to heal
And I know I can only completely do so with you around

See, although our friendship hasn’t been that long
I feel like we’re two old souls
Who have been together for a lifetime
Lost at sea
And found each other again

I pray the awkwardness will soon end
Because I really miss the chats we used to have

I took a chance

I fell in love

He caught me with a glance

He’s the one I’m dreaming of

And when he looks at me

He sees right through

But doesn’t quite see

The kind of girl he sees in you

 

I’m kind of jealous ’cause I met him first

But I guess that doesn’t really count

It’s just I feel betrayed, I had him at his worst

But I guess it doesn’t add up to any amount

Where did I go wrong?

I often ask myself

I made it kind of obvious, as suggested by the song

Couldn’t he have felt it himself?

 

I’m loosing my mind

It’s time to let go

I have to leave it all behind

Because I am my own foe

If by chance he ever gets to read this

Which I highly doubt

It is not written out of bitterness, but out of sadness

And I guess tha’s all he needs to know

His name is Jeffrey

I didn’t know him well

He was friends with my friends

And that was swell

I was attracted to him

Though I knew my chances were dim

And chances of being friends were slim

 

I saw him at work

Every now and then

We never really talked

And I didn’t care much back when

He had this air of arrogance

So I thought no way, not a chance

But that was back then

 

And then it started

A little bit of chance

It wasn’t all that

No not at first glance

I didn’t know he would be the one

But that’s how it all begun

 

His name is Jeffrey

And I will start to tell our story

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