Orange
Every day that passes
I wish that you were here
For this room is empty
and i am lonely
So i count the minutes
till your in my arms
Filling my senses
With your beauty
Your laugh
Your passionate embrace
Copyright © Trisheal Eddleman | Year Posted 2009
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