~Own way~

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.


it hurts read that kind of things...
but you know?
I'm more than conffident
because for me this is true
paper mache heart!
you molds!
make yourself again and tell me the same!
feelings...
nice and good feelings...!