Why You Left Me
Just sittin’ here thinkin’ what to write about on this beautiful night.
I look up at the sky and wish for you upon that first star I see,
As it shines so brightly I’m wondering where you are,
But I hope you’re looking at that very same star.
I might catch a cold, but sittin’ here could my soul.
I know this heart belongs to you,
That’s why I try so hard to never stop loving you.
The other day at work someone tapped me on the shoulder,
I turned around hoping it was you, but it was just someone new.
As I lay my head down to sleep, I close my eyes and you’re the first thing I see.
I fall asleep and I’m dreaming of you. And in that dream we meet once again,
But as I wake up the next morning I realize it was all just pretend.
I sit in my bed for an extra minute.
When you left I gave you a letter, and I wishing you at least skimmed it.
I go down stairs, put on a pot of coffee.
Go back up, can’t stop thinking of you.
I lay back down and close my eyes, and then again appears you.
I can’t go back to sleep, because the sun is shining so brightly just like your personality,
But we all know it’s time to face reality.
And some people say you’re not coming back to me.
It gets me thinkin’, WOW it’s all a mystery.
I go everyday missing you, it makes me feel like I’m going through a battle.
Out love is like a war against distance, most people say it’s a coincidence, but I say
This is the worst incident of all time.
You leaving me all feels like a crime.
So can you please stop wasting my time, and just get out of my mind,
Before it all comes to the end of time.
I can’t do this anymore, so stop making my heart so sore,
Because it will become an even bigger war.
This love is no longer strong, and it makes me want to write a sad song.
Writing this makes me think of a poem that goes like this…
“I HATE the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I HATE the way you drive my car.
I HATE it when you stare.
I HATE your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I HATE you so much it makes me sick.
It even makes me rhyme.
I HATE the way you’re always right.
I HATE it when you lie.
I HATE when you make laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.
But mostly I HATE the way I don’t
HATE you, not even close. Not even a
little bit. Not even at all.”
I try so hard to stop dreaming of you,
But all I can remember is when you were my “boo”.
I hope this isn’t true, but when we were together
I heard you were with my best friend too.
I heard a knock at the door, I didn’t wanna get up
Because I was so sore, but I had to get up after all.
I answered the door, once again hoping it was you,
But turns out you were killed in the war.
My jaw dropped down to the floor.
I asked when the body was going to be sent to me,
They said it was already sent to his wife.
I couldn’t stop crying for the rest of my life.
By: Juanita Madrigal
(2014)
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