Not Yet Forgotten

My tears fall softly,
Down my pale skin as I lay
Thinking of the past or what
Is not yet forgotten.

Wrapped up deep within my duvet
My only thoughts about a better tomorrow now,
But when should we stop hoping, stop wishing;
Wishing for this war of hearts to come to an end.

Acknowledging the pain is a starter for all your problems to rise
Not being able to hide, the problems stay onboard
Day to day tasks become a chore as the problems sink you hard to the floor.

The struggle is now one sided
I see you with her a bright spark to your eye
Me left to ask why? As I lay thinking of the past or what
Is not yet forgotten.

by zoem200
posted on 07/24/2007