by Tessa Jan 2, 2006
category :
Love, romance /
lost love
Every night i sit at my computer woundering were you are at and how you've been, what you are doing and who you are with. I cant stop thinking about you and I cant get you out of my head I pray and hope that you aren't dead. Every morning I wounder if I'll see you alive, I cant belive how much you have changed you were so nice but now you arent the same. Please come to me i can help you, I want to help you, I no i can make u the way you used to be. |
by Tessa
Dang that is a realy good poem thats how i feel sometimes |