I keep thinking things will change.
But in times like this I know they stay the same.
I wonder if maybe I've seen your face
somewhere else, maybe in my dreams.
In times like this, I know things stay the same.
I think to myself, "What do I even know?"
Someone else, maybe in my dreams.
And I grow old waiting for the response.
I wonder to myself, "What do I even know?"
I have searched for you many times,
I grew old waiting for a response.
And now I've found you, I forget your name.
I have searched for you for many years,
And I always seem to come right back,
but now I've found you again, I forget your name.
So lie here with me and forget mine.
I always try to come right back,
I get distracted by the world and it's games.
Lie here near me and forget my name,
and maybe we can make a song together.
The world distracts me from you,
but nothing will ever stand in my way
from making a beautiful song with you,
I would never think of saying goodbye.
Darling, we've been together for a long time.
We've been through my crazed times and sane times,
Your anger and frustration always perplexes me.
I keep running back and forth from you, to you, back again.
We've been through the crazy times and sane times.
We've also been together somewhere else, maybe in my dreams.
I keep running back and forth from you, to you, back again.
I keep thinking, maybe things won't change.
Author Bio:
I come from a small town in Southwest Missouri. I got into writing poetry because I needed an outlet for the depression and anger I felt in my life. Now, I write about the experiences that make me who I am today, whether that means being confused about my spirituality, being a mentally-ill individual, or coping with loss. These experiences have made my poetry somewhat sad. Two years ago, I found the best friend I could ever ask for, and fell in love. Some of my poems are about him, and although I almost never share them, I have found that letting the world know about our love helps ease the frustrations of day-to-day living. I also edit poetry, and analyze it. I am in my second semester of poetry classes.
But in times like this I know they stay the same.
I wonder if maybe I've seen your face
somewhere else, maybe in my dreams.
In times like this, I know things stay the same.
I think to myself, "What do I even know?"
Someone else, maybe in my dreams.
And I grow old waiting for the response.
I wonder to myself, "What do I even know?"
I have searched for you many times,
I grew old waiting for a response.
And now I've found you, I forget your name.
I have searched for you for many years,
And I always seem to come right back,
but now I've found you again, I forget your name.
So lie here with me and forget mine.
I always try to come right back,
I get distracted by the world and it's games.
Lie here near me and forget my name,
and maybe we can make a song together.
The world distracts me from you,
but nothing will ever stand in my way
from making a beautiful song with you,
I would never think of saying goodbye.
Darling, we've been together for a long time.
We've been through my crazed times and sane times,
Your anger and frustration always perplexes me.
I keep running back and forth from you, to you, back again.
We've been through the crazy times and sane times.
We've also been together somewhere else, maybe in my dreams.
I keep running back and forth from you, to you, back again.
I keep thinking, maybe things won't change.
Author Bio:
I come from a small town in Southwest Missouri. I got into writing poetry because I needed an outlet for the depression and anger I felt in my life. Now, I write about the experiences that make me who I am today, whether that means being confused about my spirituality, being a mentally-ill individual, or coping with loss. These experiences have made my poetry somewhat sad. Two years ago, I found the best friend I could ever ask for, and fell in love. Some of my poems are about him, and although I almost never share them, I have found that letting the world know about our love helps ease the frustrations of day-to-day living. I also edit poetry, and analyze it. I am in my second semester of poetry classes.
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