Its Come To This

Its come to a point where i dont write poems for myself anymore

But instead i write poems so i can hang onto what we used to be

Im hoping one day you happen to stumble across one and maybe itll take you back

Maybe youll remember the feel of my hand or the taste of my lips

Maybe youll remember the passion in my voice when id say "I Love You" 

Maybe. Just Maybe

Perhaps you will remember that cold winter night when i acted as your own personal furnace

Or that time i gave you flowers with the hope that you could see something that is almost as beautiful as you

Those were the days, i was never more happy and i took it for granted

Now all i have left of us is a thousand memories and a flicker of hope

I pray that flicker never goes out, because that little piece of you is all that keeps me going