These lonely nights within my room,
I dream of you to hold me tight.
When I dream, I fear no doom,
'Till I,alone, wake late at night.
Dreaming of you makes me so naive,
Such visions seems like it's you I feel,
And I should know better than to believe,
But your touch was convincingly real.
When I see you scattering through,
I turn to float hopelessly to reality.
Then suddenly drained by how much I miss you,
My world ends and dissolves to misery.
Again in my careless chamber,
With a lost soul and broken dreams,
I view outside a moon of silver,
And feel my face dampened by new streams.
Laying lifelessly with tears on my bed,
Knowing I want and need you by my side.
I decided to hear your voice instead.
'Cept doing so I realized I began and cried.
Tears don't always form by visions of my mind.
For it too flows deeply when we speak.
You're so thoughtful, caring, gentle, and kind.
Geesh they make me get so weak.
When I whisper 'I miss you' to your ear,
I feel so sad and wish you were here.
This three word phrase that you yearn to hear,
Soon gets my eyes to run many tears.
A thousand times said, still feels like the first.
Yet I don't think you know, baby boo,
Of how much it really hurts.
Oh how badly I wish I were witchu.
