dear love,
there is sometimes i stair at my door
hoping you would come and see me
there is sometimes i wait for the phone to ring
hoping i can hear your voice again
there is sometimes i walk in the park
hoping the memories wont ever fade
there is sometimes i would put my hand over my heart
hoping that the heart will still beat like you were right here
there is sometimes i think of you in my mind
wondering if the pain would go away
in the end i know your out there waiting for me
and
i cant wait
to hold you
to see you
an to love you all over again
love,
___________
p.s
thank you for leaving half of you with me ❤
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