Cold October

Too many hours,
I have cried over you.
Now out of my head,
Though never quite forgotten.

I thought I could never find another,
But I prove myself wrong.
The sweetest thing has come to me,
There’s just one thing wrong.

He doesn’t know it,
And I am confused.
I’ll beg my heart out,
Just to have him.

I’d give anything,
To have such a privilege.
And that being as,
Calling him my own.

My world fell to pieces,
On that cold October day.
But I am starting,
To pick them up.

Put the jigsaw puzzle of my life,
Slowly back together.
As he makes me realize,
You are the past.