The other

Thursday, July 1

Why don't you stay?

I want to cry every night, because I miss the way we fight. And I pray for you every night, because I miss you not being in my sight.
I miss the sound of your voice even though I am sick and tired of all this noise.
I miss the way you smell,oh that smell, honey.
I miss the look upon your face, that made me smile with such grace.
I love you so much I can’t deny,for when I see you I will break down and cry.

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