so here comes monday,
before you it would have been just like any other day.
now its a memorie kinda like a dream but i know what was real.
i dare question it sometimes cause i know if it was true we wouldnt find our selfs with others.
its like a story tale you got to tell.
the notebook love you decided to never finish.
the 365 letters your mother hid from you and watched you cry your self to sleep
the deep emotions you feel may never come again.
the oddness of not hearing that voice when the phone rings at 2 am.
the long walks to where we use to hangout and where we have memoires.

the word love has many meanings in ways.
a missing piece of my body.
a family im not part of .
tears that fall.
confusion of the mind
pain and achs of everything.

a story to tell your children.
how once apon a time.
you fell in love with someone you couldnt picture your self being with out.
to try and give others help.

to see that missing piece just as happy as it once was in this puzzled mind.
just a smile and then a tear fills the eyes of another.
no if ands or buts no mabye possibly or not being sure of something i was infact wrong.

i was wrong for the fights i started that hurt you cant forgive. the dreams i drove away. and that one thing that made everything ours together. the possiblitlys of life its self was just so over welmed. i fell to deep and ran.

then again i guess loves that once apon a time story . where apon a time means the past and once means never again. true love never dies but it sure as hell doesnt come back to you once you lost it.