brokenhearted
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Nov 18, 2015
- Messages
- 2
NOSTALGIC
I miss your face
and your smile
and your bright pretty blue eyes
miss your vision of life,
and lying with you in bed,
miss your initiative, your charming ways
and the music you would play,
the fights we put up and our debates,
colliding stars at the end of day…
These are the things that I miss….
It’s not time to be brokenhearted…
I miss those great, funny good old days
and I never thought I’d be so nostalgic ‘bout losing you…
I miss your attitude and your gaze,
your involving me in your projects,
miss watching you moan the loan,
always there smiling at me,
miss traveling along with you,
miss your nice and lively friends,
miss our Key West getaway,
watching you adore your dogs…
These are the things that I miss…
It’s not time to be brokenhearted…
I miss those great, funny good old days
and I never thought I’d be so nostalgic 'bout losing you…
As I try moving on
I struggle with fear
pretending it is ok….
I miss your breath and the thought
of us living well together
and the part of you that was introverted and concealed…
These are the things that I miss….
It’s not time to be brokenhearted…
I miss those great, funny good old days
and I never thought I’d be so nostalgic 'bout losing you…
I miss your face
and your smile
and your bright pretty blue eyes
miss your vision of life,
and lying with you in bed,
miss your initiative, your charming ways
and the music you would play,
the fights we put up and our debates,
colliding stars at the end of day…
These are the things that I miss….
It’s not time to be brokenhearted…
I miss those great, funny good old days
and I never thought I’d be so nostalgic ‘bout losing you…
I miss your attitude and your gaze,
your involving me in your projects,
miss watching you moan the loan,
always there smiling at me,
miss traveling along with you,
miss your nice and lively friends,
miss our Key West getaway,
watching you adore your dogs…
These are the things that I miss…
It’s not time to be brokenhearted…
I miss those great, funny good old days
and I never thought I’d be so nostalgic 'bout losing you…
As I try moving on
I struggle with fear
pretending it is ok….
I miss your breath and the thought
of us living well together
and the part of you that was introverted and concealed…
These are the things that I miss….
It’s not time to be brokenhearted…
I miss those great, funny good old days
and I never thought I’d be so nostalgic 'bout losing you…
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