The sounds in our head

Justagirl

I sat in my car

Country singers singing about bars

Lost in my mind

With nothing to find

I thought it would be fine

I thought he would always be mine

 

He sat at home

In a scary silence

Letting his thoughts freely roam

Creating in his head a new violence

He thought he’d say “I do”

He thought he had a clue

 

I can’t help but wander

Why I am so somber

We still have time

Wasting it would be a crime

 

He can’t help but wander

Why he is so somber

We still have time

Wasting it would be a crime

 

We might be 700 miles apart

But we can still be together at heart

Love can win

But I wish hope didn’t feel like a sin

  • Author: Justagirl (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2021 22:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: My boyfriend and I are going away for college and will be over 700 miles apart, and his family is moving out of town so even when we are home we won’t be together. We have been dating a long time and it just feels like a major event, and we are trying to decide if we should try and stay together or not.
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  • FredPeyer

    Very well written, great presentation. Distance relationships are difficult, but sometimes they do work. Look at it this way: If after college you two are still an item, it will last a lifetime. I know, I am married nearly 45 years! Good Luck!!!

  • Goldfinch60

    Love can always win even at a distance.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    when it comes to love - true love, there is no room for judgement, because it transcends our capacity to comprehend, just choose to trust:
    yourself,
    your 'chosen' partner,
    and whatever fate equates of your effort's,
    only thing you can insure
    is that there is no room for regret, give it all you've got
    and 'hope' that's enough, if not...
    allow yourself time to accept
    taking baby steps, 'brush yourself-off, and begin again,'
    making the best of every opportunity you're gifted!
    ikr so damn easy to type how-to manuals, that read so insensitively, generic...
    (forgive my little impromptu sermon, I couldn't resist
    thanks for inspiring me)



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