Friday, March 18, 2011

Miss You

Its alone, and the sounds echo;
I miss you more, as time goes.

Wish you were with me;
To be a part of me.

Everything bites, Nothing is as great;
This surely was not my fate.

I miss your smile, and your breath;
Tonight I promise, 'll love you till my death.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good one!