I have been thinking of you a lot these days.
Love you don't even call like you use to.
you use write me love letters, write me poems
I miss you warm gentle touch. I miss your arms wrapping around me
Love tell me why you are treating me this way. I have not done
anything to but gave you my heart, But you have put it under
your shoe and stepped all over it.I just thought you would know
that I am still here.