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by samantha Nov 15, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
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
by leanne
I really liked this poem, your very talented