To see you
When I wake up
Is a gift
I didn't think could 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 gone ten 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
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About Me
- S.
- Montreal, Canada
- At the risk of falling into the same category as millions of other bloggers, I seek to express myself.
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