I sit next to windows hoping to see you. I wait near doors hoping to hear your footsteps. When I drive, I glance to the passenger seat hoping to catch your smile. I lie in bed and reach next to me looking for your warmth. When I sleep I hope to dream of you. The loss of you has my heart hollow. I’m missing a part of me. I know it’s not goodbye but see you later. -dedicated to a...
Baby is it spring or is it summer? The guitar sound or the beat of the drummer you hear sometimes late at night on your radio. Even though you’re a million miles away, When you hear Born In The USA..? Do you relive those glory days from so long ago
I want to try an experiment. What if I was silent for 24 hours. So sunday at 330 am I will tlk again. I will not call anyone nor text anyone. I will not greet nor say goodbye. I will only speak when spoken too. I’m only being dramatic because I’m close to tears. I’m sad. Sad because I can’t seem to ever pick the right guy. I fall for the wrong ones. And although I should...