What You Did
I was told a hundred times:
You can commit a lot of crimes,
But never let love into your lives.
Never did I hear them,
And held onto what I thought was a gem,
Not letting go of his shirt's hem.
Obviously I was wrong,
And now i listen to that song,
That told our story that ain't long;
Which I thought was strong.
Even after all these years,
Your name still tops on my list of fears,
And also on my tears.
I can't again give you access,
To my life that's still a mess.
With or without you; God bless,
Never did I see myself any less.
Maybe there's something that you did,
Turning me from nothing,
To today, when I feel complete,
Not because of you,
But from your memories;
Memories that still haunt...
Haunt me to write what I feel..
And that's what you did..
Changing me into a poet
Who writes about you;
In poems that you'll never read...