Babe, You got me..
You got my heart,
My love.
My everything.
But what Can I do but wait..
Its like a song that plays..
All it does.. is remind me of you.
Is it greed?
Cuz Like you,
I was doing the same..
We were lettin each other go,
but at the same time,
We held on..
thinking maybe its for the better..
You'd be happier..
I had thoughts goin on in my mind..
Thinkin, someone there,
Will keep you safe..
He'll actually be there..
Not a thousand miles..
and a phone call away.
Funny, how one call,
Can make my day.. no,
make my week..
Or for however long..
I have to wait.. till the next time we speak again..
I shall wait..
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