22nd of 5

i don't wanna cry no more.
but these are the times of day
that i feel i lost the love of my life
and afraid,
very much afraid,
of never finding you again
of never singing those songs again.
i never got my chance--
to love you,
to hug you,
to kiss you,
to sing my songs for you.
i thought you'd hear them.
i thought you'd sing them back to me.
but you didn't
and all the rest of things you didn't do.
i swore my heart shouted for you,
demanded somehow,
that you'd return the feelings
i gave you
i offered you
but never did.
hearing that familiar song
once again today,
i wish i could be deaf--
to the voices in my head,
to the songs over the radio.
i wish a lot of things,
one of them,
for you to come back
and give me another chance,
just ONE, one last (or first) chance.
i wish i could make you turn around
and see right through.
i wish for you
but to no avail,
still hearing that song,
still feeling this regret,
still hanging on to you,
still crying,
though i wish
with all my might,
with all the strength that i have left,
that i won't cry anymore.
but i do,
i always do.
i dont wanna cry no more.