Thursday, June 5, 2008

I wonder about you

I wonder about you

And time stands still

I wonder about you

Hate fills me still


I wonder about you

And then I wonder why

I wonder about you

And your wandering eye


I’ll probably never see you again

I’ll probably outgrow the pain

And every memory stored

Will fade as I start to get bored


I’m wondering about you

Wondering about you still

I’m dreaming now

Dreaming at will


How much you’ve changed

How much has been re-arranged

Will I catch my reflection in your eyes?

Will I hear another lie?


Look away

I don’t want you to see

Step away

And let me be


Why do I feel

You already know

I wonder about you

Every minute or so


I wonder about you

And time stands still

I wonder about you

Hate fills me still


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5 comments:

Crimson Feet said...

troubled waters eh!

writing poetry helps i guess! :)

lovely words!

Ero-Sennye said...

The wondering is endless, isn't it? Like a Klein bottle...

nirmal said...

hmmm...wt do i say? i am nt exactly speechless, just a lil short of words!

Ragini said...

Wonder...an endless verb. We'll never run outta things that make us wonder.

R said...

I'm with Ragini on this one. This one goes to my favourites list.

Do with the guitar. Dying to hear this one on it.