Thinking of you,
but what good will it do?
Thinking of you,
by the river in the fresh air under the sky so blue,
with you getting further away in time,
but not in my memories,
as I sit here and throw stones into the river,
and they make large ripples,
and it is how I feel inside with every thought of you,
impacts of pain,
impacts of pain,
shattering my brain,
because my heart is still broken,
with no one truly to blame,
and it is a shame,
because we were good together,
but you had your dreams and your goals,
and they were bigger than mine,
and this time here thinking of you,
it just brings it home to me,
that I still love you,
I still love you, yes, I truly do,
and maybe I will call you,
if I can pluck up the courage too,
but I have the desire too,
and here I sit remembering your smiles and your wit,
and it makes me happy,
and yes, I still love you, I still love you.