Wednesday, March 4, 2009

what i miss.

Will you ever know just how I feel? I love you more than life itself. Memories of you are my way to cope, because without you here all I can do is mope. My only joy came from your smile, and the only place I want to travel is into your eyes, so I can explore your mind. I miss the light I once saw in your face when you would look at me. Where did you go? So now I lie in bed every night, wishing things would've turned out right. But that's all I can do is wish, me and you is what I miss.

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