I miss you. Not in some cheesy “Let’s hold hands and be together forever kind of way”. I just miss you, plain and simple. I miss your presence in my life. I miss you always being there for me.
Running down the lanes of imagination... One hand of mine is still wrapped around your waist... The other, Caressing your pretty little face... Me eyes stuck in the moment with you... I wish we had another time... I wish we had another place...
Running down the lanes of imagination... One hand of mine is still wrapped around your waist... The other, Caressing your pretty little face... Me eyes stuck in the moment with you... I wish we had another time... I wish we had another place...
And there she goes again with her silence as cold as ice. That was Enough to kill him on the inside. It wasn't instantaneous. It was slow and painful and hurt more with every passing tick of the clock.
And her silence strikes again... Her silence was what killed him inside. Her silence was what spoke the loudest. Her silence was what he always understood. But her voice was what he always wanted. Her voice was what pleased him. And her voice was what he always missed.