Told You So
Do our own thing thats what we want
and this, to every one else we flaunt,
but the way we are, the way we were,
they all told us but we never heard.
Or maybe we just ignored what we couldnt stand,
the way they told us from what we were banned.
We said that they just didnt understand.
They dont know about the things we've planned.
We try to do what our heart desires,
our dreams they push us, they start the fires,
that drive us away from the words they said.
Those things meant to help turned us off instead.
After the fall, our hearts seem to break.
we wonder why after all we had at stake,
life throws us a turn from which we cant shake,
maybe we shouldnt have been so fake.
Had we listened, we think how different it'd have been,
that instead of tools we had real friends.
The people we use, they will not forget,
the way that we caught them like fish in a net.
If our hearts would not have been so cold,
and we'd heard what we'd been told,
and if we weren't so selfishly bold,
they would't have said "I told you so".
and this, to every one else we flaunt,
but the way we are, the way we were,
they all told us but we never heard.
Or maybe we just ignored what we couldnt stand,
the way they told us from what we were banned.
We said that they just didnt understand.
They dont know about the things we've planned.
We try to do what our heart desires,
our dreams they push us, they start the fires,
that drive us away from the words they said.
Those things meant to help turned us off instead.
After the fall, our hearts seem to break.
we wonder why after all we had at stake,
life throws us a turn from which we cant shake,
maybe we shouldnt have been so fake.
Had we listened, we think how different it'd have been,
that instead of tools we had real friends.
The people we use, they will not forget,
the way that we caught them like fish in a net.
If our hearts would not have been so cold,
and we'd heard what we'd been told,
and if we weren't so selfishly bold,
they would't have said "I told you so".
posted by jAkE at 11:20 PM
3 Comments:
this poem really get me thinking- i've never really been good at making friends and keeping them is a whole lot harder. for some reason, even if I think i am close to them, we always seem to grow apart. i just dont understand why.
I think it takes alot of effort-on both sides, to keep a friendship intact. I think alot of times people see a friendship as something that "just is" and not a work in progress. One way just doesnt cut it. and if they dont realize that its their loss. thats the way I see it anyway.
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