Not The Same

by Shana Boo   Jul 7, 2006


As I close my eyes I dream about the last time I touched your face.
I dream about you being inside of me in a special & far away place.
As I dream about these wonderful memories, my heart is slowly breaking.
And my love for you, there is no shaking.
My heart jumps from the sound of your name.
No matter how much I write to you it’s just not the same.

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