As the days and the nights blended together,
I feared in my heart that would be here forever.
I went to the places I could escape to,
and in solitude and lonesomeness I would cry.
His eyes would haunt me wherever I looked,
His voice would ring in my ears,
His laughter would dance in my head like a song,
And I could remember the tears.
The days would move on, some fast some slow,
And I would sit here, Grasping my knees, feeling all alone.
I remember the day I had first met him,
My heart had beat so fast.
But inside my heart would cry,
For I knew that this could never last.
The stories they tell of true love were fake,
No love at first sight for me.
So that's why I sat there all alone,
Hoping to one day find he.
But now my story is complete,
And my heart beats to a different drumbeat.
Because now hes here, and my story is done,
And I hope that you too some day find the one.
Becca Swindell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-story-56/
