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I didn't talk to you today
Lost words I forgot to say
Opened my eyes a little late
Visions of life with no mistakes
Every lost moment is now the past
You never know which memories will last
Once I was lonely and lost in my mind
Unsure of life or what I would find
Looking for something, but really just waiting
Outside there's nothing, but inside it's raining
Reaching for someone; just holding out my hand
Even though no one seemed to understand
Now I've got you and you came to me
Never knew love could come so easily
Started out strong but got a little worse
My feelings never changed, not sure about yours
I felt the same whether we talked or not
Didn't always show it, but I liked you a lot
I got you these flowers a long time ago
Maybe only in thought, but look how thoughts grow
Now I'm sure these will wilt and be thrown away
But I hope that your memory of this never fades
It's the thought that counts and I'm thinking of you
There's nothing else in life that I'd rather do
I hope that you're smiling even though I can't see it
If you told me you were, I'm sure I'd believe it
You knew that you'd get these on one condition
They weren't my words, but here's my rendition:
You've been good but now you're great
I asked you once; that's my mistake
Lost words I forgot to say
Opened my eyes a little late
Visions of life with no mistakes
Every lost moment is now the past
You never know which memories will last
Once I was lonely and lost in my mind
Unsure of life or what I would find
Looking for something, but really just waiting
Outside there's nothing, but inside it's raining
Reaching for someone; just holding out my hand
Even though no one seemed to understand
Now I've got you and you came to me
Never knew love could come so easily
Started out strong but got a little worse
My feelings never changed, not sure about yours
I felt the same whether we talked or not
Didn't always show it, but I liked you a lot
I got you these flowers a long time ago
Maybe only in thought, but look how thoughts grow
Now I'm sure these will wilt and be thrown away
But I hope that your memory of this never fades
It's the thought that counts and I'm thinking of you
There's nothing else in life that I'd rather do
I hope that you're smiling even though I can't see it
If you told me you were, I'm sure I'd believe it
You knew that you'd get these on one condition
They weren't my words, but here's my rendition:
You've been good but now you're great
I asked you once; that's my mistake
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There's a hidden message in this one too.. I put it in bold so you could find it.
So the story on this one kind of sucked for me. I had a friend that was having some trouble in her life around so I asked her if I could get her something for Valentine's Day, since she didn't have a valentine. She said she had everything she needed. (my mistake was asking) So I told her what I would have gotten her (the flowers) and was like, "well maybe someday you'll get them" and she said, "yeah, if I'm good."
So I ended up writing this for her around March 2007 and sending it with the flowers because I was a little scared of what was going through her mind at the time. I wanted her to know that I cared about her as a friend and would be there if she needed someone to talk to. She liked the flowers but took the poem the wrong way. Semantics over one word. Of course her friend didn't help with their suggestions either, but oh well. She never saw the secret message and this made me not want to write like this anymore.
I guess I got stuck in writing a certain way and chose the wrong words for a friend. There are many types of love, but sometimes it's a scary word.
So the story on this one kind of sucked for me. I had a friend that was having some trouble in her life around so I asked her if I could get her something for Valentine's Day, since she didn't have a valentine. She said she had everything she needed. (my mistake was asking) So I told her what I would have gotten her (the flowers) and was like, "well maybe someday you'll get them" and she said, "yeah, if I'm good."
So I ended up writing this for her around March 2007 and sending it with the flowers because I was a little scared of what was going through her mind at the time. I wanted her to know that I cared about her as a friend and would be there if she needed someone to talk to. She liked the flowers but took the poem the wrong way. Semantics over one word. Of course her friend didn't help with their suggestions either, but oh well. She never saw the secret message and this made me not want to write like this anymore.
I guess I got stuck in writing a certain way and chose the wrong words for a friend. There are many types of love, but sometimes it's a scary word.
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