Your eyes are what haunt me
In the cold dead of night
The memory of your breath
Mingled with mine
Is all that remains
All alone I lay here
Wondering where you've gone
And when you shall return
For I miss your presence
And what it does to me
Without you I am weak
But when you are near
My troubles seem trivial
Because all that matters is you
And how you make me feel

11/09/2002

Posted on 11/09/2002
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