How many times Ive not touched the empty hoping to feel you. How many times have I not raised my hand, wanting to caress your face ... or dry a tear. How many times have I closed my eyes, to view your mouth smiling ... as I felt that you smile ... on the other side. I miss you so much ... Miss your warmth ... Lack of your kisses ... Lack of thine eyes ... But your voice warms me, caress me, cradling me in my empty nights ... And hope fills my dreams. Hope thats not too late the next day well meet. And thats not too late, the day when we will no longer separate us
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 01:00:35 +0000
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