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Hopelessly Hopeful...

Poetry By: lifeofrhyme
Poetry


About a guy who (a) can't understand why his love has left and (b) still thinks she may return...


Submitted:Jul 24, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   


Sitting on a riverbank throwing stones into the water

Cos I ain't got the train fare to the sea

I watch the ripples break out across the rivers' surface

And realise now that she ain't coming back to me

I'm standing on my rooftop hitting golfballs at the city

Where she is out dancing, drinking wine

I watch them balls smash against the skyscrapers windows

And reflect on the time that she was mine

Smoking a cigarette as I sit down by the bus-stop

I ain't got the money for a seat

I watch the buses come in random two's and three's

Thinking of the places that we'd meet

I climb onto the railway bridge that's right outside my door

And wobble on my feet above the track

I lose myself in memories of day trips out with you

And of course I know that you ain't coming back

I was just wondering

Just wondering that's all

If you ever think of me

And wonder if I'll call...

I was only daydreaming

Just daydreaming that's all

If you still have love for me

No matter how very small

I cling to tiny branches as I climb this massive tree

That we once sat beneath and kissed

I made a make-shift arrow and fired it at our stump

But just like all them previously it missed

I lay beneath the climbing frame at Lyddiard Park

And tried to find the etching of our names

I remember like it was yesterday how so in love we were

Then rushing home for adult fun and games

I fall asleep beneath the stars on concrete paving slabs

Dreaming of you laying here beside me

Thought that I'd be laying here holding onto you my girl

But all along you were destined to be set free

I turn on both the taps to fill the room with steam

Floods of you come streaming as I bath

I wake up suddenly with cold and wrinkled skin

As I swear to God I heard you talk then laugh

I was just wondering

Wondering that's all

If you ever think of me

And wonder if I'll call...

I was only dreaming

Just daydreaming that's all

If you still have love for me

No matter how very small





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