doesitreallymatters
To see you when I wake up
is a gift I didnt think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fald utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said I miss you?
I see your picture,
I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
and I miss you...
is a gift I didnt think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fald utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said I miss you?
I see your picture,
I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
and I miss you...
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