Our old life

by samantha   Nov 15, 2006


I sit and wait for you to call
I wait by the phone every night
I lay on my bed and think of what
I did,

I dream of you and what we use to do
And how you changed my world around
I lay there wishing it was me not you,

I lay and glaze at the ceiling thinking
Of all those nice things you use to tell me,
When I was sleeping and you would watch
And say I look cute,

I wish we could have them days back,
The day that where fun the days you
Were alive and in my life

I loved you

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  • 18 years ago

    by leanne

    I really liked this poem, your very talented