Touch me like he never did before
Like I always wanted to be touched by him
Like the touch, I now can only dream
Author: Mark Atong
it feels good, tastes like how a rebound should
me in your bed with only your plaid shirt on, thinking of him
you lying in your Calvin Kleins, dreaming of her
we were our summer getaway
we made us laugh but we never stayed
driving all day, kissing on the driveway
but breaking up by nightfall
I walked through life
with my wounds still bleeding;
healing myself in the process
only you had to blame.
So look at me now,
the angel that you never knew;
could still point out every single piece
of me I had learned to sew.
You promised me forever
and I believed it;
Took us so long to know
we never meant it.
From the comforts of back rides, time zones, late-night talks, and whatever,
I had wasted years of my life
to now a stranger.
I’m still standing where you left me
like the fool that I am
not even worth a single note
not worth a single damn of your time
I’m still standing where you left me
I don’t know why I’m still here
the only thing that I know is
I don’t want you back no more
Knew from that moment
We would never look at each other the same
Knew from that moment
It was another goodbye.
It was from him!
Time had been as cruel too
As I always saw your face
In the unfamiliar crowd, I found myself into
In many instances,
I couldn’t place the voice I was hearing with the person I knew
The pursuit of happiness had been harder
But we never thought it would be that hard
In the pursuit of our dreams,
We had to let go of each other’s hands
The bed is made up on the side where you slept,
and from here onwards,
I’ll be waking up with tears streaming down my face.
Every time I see you
I see sparks of blue that I like
You bring out something better in me
That is easy to understand