Time

by ShelbyLynne   Apr 22, 2009


The clock is ticking,
the minutes fly by.
All I think about is you.
You are stuck in my head,
I miss you it's true.

I hold your hoodie tight,
breathe in you scent.
Imagine your arms around me,
and sound of your heatbeat.

You're smile is all I see.

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