May 25, 2008 16:49
I miss you when you're gone.
I hold these midnight memories
Of my fingertips flushed with excitement
Tracing the familiar flesh of your lips.
When I wake alone it's a dream
Just a glowing warmth which reminds me
That you hold me like no one else can.
I sit and remember and wait
Praying for that impossible moment when you return.
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Good writing, by the way. :)
I was just totally copying you. :)
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