When
when will i not think of him
with each passing day
when i hear a song
why does his memory stay
when i sleep he creeps in my dreams
sometimes it almost real it seems
when will my heart quit skipping a beat
when i see someone that looks like him
pass me on the street
when will the love i feel for him
finally die
when will i not think of him and break down and cry
Copyright © Debra Hernandez | Year Posted 2011
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