Missing Him
dreams fly by,
as I sit here and cry.
because your not here to hold me,
and you'll never be here to feed me tea,
when i am ill.
And STILL...
i stare at the phone at night.
Cluthing your teddy dog, holding him tight.
As i lie in bed,
feeling restless, like the dead.
I needd your voice in my ear,
or i fear, my dear,
I may DIE.
Copyright © Tiffany Julius | Year Posted 2010
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