Spyder's Poetry Empire - Forum

when all the leaves have fallen
and winter's chill hangs heavy in the air
i sit alone, in the pale tv screen light
close my eyes
and think about

all the things that might have been
all the dreams i wish i'd dreamed

empty rooms and bare gray walls
all those friends who never called

all those things i never said
all those lives i never led

wasted hours forever lost
all those bridges never crossed

all the loves i never shared
and no one really cared

when summer's but a memory
and empty trees reach out towards a frozen sky
i lie awake in the early morning hours
and think about
the way it might have been