Missing You
Sitting here
on stone cold floor,
I wonder
how I lived before.
I tell you dear,
my love is true.
My heart has eyes
for only you.
So while I'm here,
I'll wait and wait.
Until this pain,
you do sedate.
Copyright © Brooke Knox | Year Posted 2010
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