Dear My Julia,
Fifteen years and still the peculiar
feeling, still here.
I look at you and fear,
because you are his not mine.
O' how you looked so damn fine
yesterday!
I wanted to hold you and stay
with you for eternity,
of course, this could never be.
We are with each other's friend,
yet how did we follow the trend?
That day I looked up at your thong,
I knew then we could become a song!
But why did we choose to wait?
It was left so long, you took his bait
and not mine.
O' how he is a swine!
We, as couples dp everything.
The best though is when you sing
that song at karaoke!
He thinks it is for him, but it is me
you sing it for.
Our song and I feel the tears want to pour.
I feel you touching
my skin,
your hands so soft, so smooth.
As with my hands I groove
your face,
but it is hers I find and no trace
of you. YOU-
who
I truly yearn for.
Everyday I feel it more,
I love you too
and always will,
as I write this and spill
my undying love, my eyes fill
up and cry a tear.
It is he and her I fear.
I'll always love you
and maybe one day it will be true,
between me and you.
Forever love
Owen
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