Sunday, July 29, 2007
To see you when I wake up, is a gift I didn't think be real
To know that you feel the same, as I do, is a three-fold utopian dream
You do something to me
That I can't explain
So would I be out of line, If I said
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on, the empty pillow next to mine
You have only been goneten days, but already I'm wasting away
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know, that I care
And I miss you
To know that you feel the same, as I do, is a three-fold utopian dream
You do something to me
That I can't explain
So would I be out of line, If I said
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on, the empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know, that I care
And I miss you
++ posted by Hans @ 4:39 pm |
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