Monday, February 14, 2011

i sick already ...

Tonight I sit and stare out my window while tears run down my cheeks and my mind races back to a time when you were mine; I feel your touch as you hold me close, then I see that look in your eyes, how can a love so rightanswers come to mind. So I sit and stare out the window; I wonder why. I hang my head in sorrow, tonight I'm going to cry.

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