Staring at the clock,
Waiting for you,
Missing you,
Is like a disease,
With no cure,
It slowly kills me
Your warm embrace,
Always,
Puts a smile on my face,
And when times are tough,
I always know,
Your here, waiting,
For me to collapse
Into your stong arms
**** everyone
Seperating me
From you,
Reflecting on that,
You have to know,
That when you die,
I'll want to die too.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC
Staring at the clock,
Waiting for you,
Missing you,
Is like a disease,
With no cure,
It slowly kills me
Your warm embrace,
Always,
Puts a smile on my face,
And when times are tough,
I always know,
Your here, waiting,
For me to collapse
Into your stong arms
**** everyone
Seperating me
From you,
Reflecting on that,
You have to know,
That when you die,
I'll want to die too.
Seperation from your dad,
Kills you inside.
especially when your like me,
A die-hard daddies girl.
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