HIDE. . .

The ghost of your body,
The feel of your presence,
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your sense!

Now that your gone,
I miss the fun we had,
Now that your gone,
Theres nothing that doesn't make me mad!

The times we had at my house,
Just talking about anything,
All of our conversations,
Were always about nothing!

Although you never know,
How i really felt inside,
I knew that you had always known,
That all i wanted was to run and hide!