Forgotten love
Dear Forgotten,
Thank you for not talking
When I needed you the most,
You always left me hanging
The moment I felt lost,
Everyday I longed for you to show
But never did I see your face,
Everyday that you weren't there
I began to breath a little more,
For the sight of your face
And the sound of your laughter
Left me feeling sick,
But I don't think I would ever call that love.
So thank you for being nothing more
Than a face that can be forgotten,
A voice that's just a breeze,
And a friend that was never meant to be.
Thank you for never being what I wanted
But letting me learn the lession,
That love may be love,
But definitely not with you.
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