Nothing's Happened

by Vickie   Apr 22, 2006


Nothing has even happened
Why does it hurt so bad
To sit at night wondering how things are going to work, what kind of words we both left unsaid.
Why can't things come easy like they do for others.
Even if we did come together who's to say it will last
After the break-up my world would be a disaster.

Nothing has happened but yet it hurts like hell
To sit every night laughing at your jokes
Smiling as the screen, waiting for responses,
Stories you have to tell
It's like a never-ending fight I have within myself
When will the ache go away..no one's to tell.

In the mist of it all we act like friends but flirt like lovers
We talk like enemies but love like a couple
If this is love then I'm ready for it all
It can't be love, but it's too soon to tell.
Nothing has happened but I find myself at the climax of pain
So many fights, the long talks, the yelling, the laughing, and the wait.

The smile I carry is souly from you
You put it on my face because with each morning comes a new thought of you.
With each night I lay down and I see you.
You don't know how it feels to think about something like this day in and day out
Day after day, week after week
The pain of not being with you eats inside of me

There's so much we could do, all that we could be.
Will you just open up and listen to me.
In the end you don't have to listen to your friends
Listen to yourself and what you want to do
Do it for me but more importantly for you.

It could very well be the best thing you let slip from you
Yet you wait in the break of battle
Because the timing is off, but by that for me time moves too slow.
Minute after minute, hour after hour
New thoughts of your face, your voice, your smile
They shadow everything I know and set my mind in wonder

If nothing is happening then why does it hurt so bad
When I sit and I long, yearning for you to be mine
But knowing with the slip of just a few words this build up over time could crumble
I'd be left with empty hands and a broken heart
Just lay me in the grave then, my body is a corpse.

You make me sit and I ponder about you
What are you seeing..are you telling me the truth
I love you and I want so badly to tell you that.
Nothing has even happened.
Maybe that's exactly why it hurts so bad.

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