Missing You
I miss the sound of your voice.
In the morning and at noon.
You're beyond the reason I stay so loyal.
I'm stuck, I'm stumped, I'm just crazier than ever.
My rhymes get weak and so does my soul.
The only thing that keeps on growing is my heart,
It's getting so heavy, I think I might make a hole if I lay down on the ground.
I'm not gonna fall, I'm gonna plummet to my death with no one ticket too sure.
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010
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