A Real

March 31, 2009
By Anonymous

I lie in bed where you used to lay
But now it is just empty and lonely
Your scent lingers even though you ran away
And nightmares are back now that you left me
The house is dark now without your bright smile
My lost weeks go by longer than before
Waiting for you to come back after a while
And I seem to still be fighting the same war
That if I was better you would be here
That we could make it alright and better
That you would love me and really care
For you to be the man you never were
I wish it could be like it used to
Back when you said the real “I love you.”

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