The Way We Were

I miss the first times when you were mine and I was yours,

When you treated me like a queen and shielded me from harm,

But was all that just a game?

A way for me to trust you so that manipulation would be easy?

No, it can't be.

I trusted you and you betrayed it with your changing ways.

You were my first everything and I will never forget that.

In ways I wish I could take it all back,

but then I would be stripped of our good memories to.

The memories that I have where we would lay outside and look at the stars,

and you would tell me all these ridiculous stories that made me laugh and smile,

and we would just hold each other so tightly until I drifted off to sleep.

I will never forget how happy it made me to simply wake up in your arms,

and you would smile at me as you'd brush the hair from my face.

I smile as I remember the times when you grabbed my hand in a crowded room

and pull me closer to you.

I miss you...

I miss the way we were.

I wish that I could go back and make things right and tell my old self of what I

should and shouldn't do.

Maybe then I wouldn't be stuck in this tormenting hold.


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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