Everyday I’m not with you,
I die a little inside.
I will not die without you,
but it sure feels that way sometimes.
Your abscence is quite obvious somedays,
other days it’s just the little things.
Wanna know what gets me always?
Those little things.
Eyes like the sky,
clear blue with a tint of gold from the sun.
Lips that always ask why.
The times that we would just run.
Everyday I’m not with you,
I feel a little stronger.
I won’t die without you,
but I will live much longer.
Your overbearing ways,
keeping me from my friends.
Those Friday night that I had to stay;
Stay home and wait for you and your demands.
Demands that were only “requests”
Things of your “Preference”.
Requests […]