Treasure Island

saira sms


Miss u


u were everything to me
u cared
u loved
u touched
u showed me how to be happy
u showed me how to eat healthy
u showed me i was beautiful
u made me feel like i could touch the sky
u made me the luckiest girl in the world
u made me learn all the wonderful parts of growing up
u inspired me to be great
u inspired me that life can be alot better then it is
u inspired me to work hard to get away from this life
u were always there
u were always willing to listen
u were always there for a hug
or a cuddle
or a touch
or a dream
but u picked her
u loved me and picker her
why
thats all i have to ask
why
u say u just want to be friends
i'm ok with that
but then why do u say u miss me
cause it only makes me realize
i miss u

Submitted: Thursday, January 17, 2008

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