Miss

by Become   Apr 13, 2008


Miss to say I love you...
Miss the scent of you...
Miss your sweet words...
Miss to be with you ...
Miss everything with you!
Why does it have to be so hard?
Why are things this complicated?
They say that in time the wounds will heal but I don't think that mine will ever heal...

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