Poem: The Other Side of the Story
I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you
To stand outside my window, throwing pebbles, screaming, "I'm in love with you." - Taylor Swift
A lonely, quite afternoon. So very perfect for loners and writers, like me. But when mind draws a blank, I go back to our old conversations and then I see... The Other Side of the Story.
In a blame game, When the first hour struck and I said this isn't my luck... And I shut the door behind me But I never stopped to even look, At the other side of the story.
On the side where you'd stayed, When I had screamed And no one really heard what I was saying They just assumed the words, And right then, I watched everything fade.
Voices rose out from clouds of dust, You watched in confusion, From the other side of the story. And back then, I admit it now, I forgot.
This afternoon, and last night, When I read the words we'd told each other, The old times flashed before my eyes I finally understood, Why you had bee…
To stand outside my window, throwing pebbles, screaming, "I'm in love with you." - Taylor Swift
A lonely, quite afternoon. So very perfect for loners and writers, like me. But when mind draws a blank, I go back to our old conversations and then I see... The Other Side of the Story.
In a blame game, When the first hour struck and I said this isn't my luck... And I shut the door behind me But I never stopped to even look, At the other side of the story.
On the side where you'd stayed, When I had screamed And no one really heard what I was saying They just assumed the words, And right then, I watched everything fade.
Voices rose out from clouds of dust, You watched in confusion, From the other side of the story. And back then, I admit it now, I forgot.
This afternoon, and last night, When I read the words we'd told each other, The old times flashed before my eyes I finally understood, Why you had bee…