As day light breaks through equal bliss,
I look at my fingers and hands,
Expecting them to write anything, just anything,
Anything to do with how I feel for you.
I gaze around, and nothing is helping,
I come to realize that I’ve always been hesitant
To admit my feelings.
Nevertheless, at least now, I can try my best to do so.
There are ever so many songs which reminds me of you.
Sometimes it’s even hard listening to the radio,
Especially after a bad day,
When everything has been going wrong.
The words very often taunt me,
Because it’s scary how so many lines they vocalize,
Relate back to you, only you.
But now, it’s time for me to say them myself.
I speak to you every day, but somehow,
We always end up playing the same old game.
We talk of “how your day’s was and other events,
But I always wonder if there’s more to say,
Something which, I’m hiding from you.
But, for now we’ll play out our parts, that’s all what’s left,
Your friendship means more to me,
Than anything this world provides.
And finally, whatever between us,
I’ll always be able to forgive, and never forget you.
Because without you around,
It’s like feeling homesick the whole time,
For a place that doesn’t exist.
For the both of us I’m sorry I feel this way,
I know I shouldn’t,
But it’s something I cannot help.
Emma Jane Pearson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-you-from-me-2/
