As I listen to the wind howl, The leaves dancing across the ground, I wonder if youre safe and sound. Thoughts of you fill my mind, But not the good kind. The kind where I wonder where you are, Have you eaten? Are you warm? I love you so much, But the you that I knew, is long gone... I want to go back. Back to before that bottle touched your lips. You were unlike anyone I had ever met, Beautiful right down to the core. But your sickness stole you like a dirty whore. Anytime Im in a car, I look at every person walking and hope its you. But it never is. And everytime its not ... Another teardrop falls and I know it wont be the last. Not until you come back.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 04:54:58 +0000
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