Gone
Sitting in a smoke filled room
I'd rather be with you
Laying here by myself deep in thought
I'd rather be in your arms
Listening to music from the past
I'd rather be looking into your eyes
Gazing into a cloud filled sky
I'd rather see your smile
People moving all around me
I'd rather be by your side
Singing your song
I'd rather our lips meet
Darkness of a cold winter night
I'd rather feel the warmth of your heart
-I'd rather not be alone-
Copyright © Edmond Ornelas | Year Posted 2012
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