What I Think At Night

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep and others I can't stop thinking about it and the thing 
I think about is a old friend I lost
She was my bestfriend, she had green eyes, and black like hair
she was always there for me when i needed a shoulder to cry on
now I cry alone thinking about how she was the only one who understood me in my crazy life
she would cry when she couldn't find me and if I couldn't find i would cry as well
I miss her and I want her back 
but i won't see her until I go to God's kingdom where she is looking down on me
wishing she could help me and make me stop crying for to come home 
                                          
                                                home sweet home
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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