Sometimes
August 2011 (10th Grade)

Sometimes I let myself think of you,
if only for a little while.
Sometimes I let myself drist away in your memory,
though I'm bound to get lost at sea.
Sometimes I let myself dream of you,
despite the fact it ends as a nightmare.
Sometimes I let myself picture your image in my mind,
considering it won't erase afterwards.
Sometimes I let myself ponder in our memories,
no matter how much I know they may never happen again.
Sometimes I let myself wonder what it would have been like
if you had chosen me too..