Hannah Chamberlin · May 25, 2012
Him

I miss you so I pine
They think I've lost my mind
Absence creates a longing
Unable to be quenched
Don't think that I'm not trying
I just can't handle this
An apparition of you haunts me
Teasing and taunting me
Never set me free
You are my sun
The oxygen in my lungs
I may sound obsessed
That's a little true
No less nor more can I reveal
About the way you make me feel
Without sounding quite insane
You're like a fever in my brain
I'll gladly bare this pain
As long as your lips speak my name
Agony beats out apathy
I do not desire sympathy
My reward is your smile
For which I've searched all this while
It's the little things you do
That continually draw me to you

 
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