At night, when everyone is in bed,
I get up and go to your picture that I keep hidden.
It has been almost 10 years since I last saw you,
And yet I still feel that connection.
I hope you are happy.
No...the truth is I want you to still want me.
If I cant get you out of my head, then I want to be in yours.
Why cant I get rid of you?
At night, when everyone is in bed,
I dream of what life would be like if I had chosen you
It has been almost 10 years since I chose him
And I wonder if I made the wrong decision.
What would our lives be like if I had chosen you?
Would we be happy living on the hill?
But we can never know, because you asked too late,
I was already committed and I love him and I cant hurt him.
He is my husband and you were my friend.
I wish you had never told me you loved me.
No...I wish you would have told me before I met him.
Then we could have had our chance.
So here I sit late at night thinking about you,
Dreaming you were here with me.
Wishing you were my husband.
But you waited too long, and now its too late.
I am really new at writing poems, but I figured what the heck I will give it a try. Let me know what you think.
