blind

never forgetting what might have been,

you'll never let it go

every time i think we're good again,

i find things i didn't know.

things weighing heavy on your heart

about a girl from long ago,

you hide it fairly well from me

but i'm not blind, i always know.

"jealous and insecure" you say,

"a mountain of a mole hill"

you think that these words justify

your actions of free will.

poets write about old flames

their words ring thru and thru,

what a shame you were the one too blind to see

who it was that really loved you...

by tiffany cross on 1/29/09