On days like this, I wish she were here. I wish she was already asleep in my bed.
I wish that my sheets smelled more like her hair, and less like the mess that I left there instead.
How I wish, and I wish, like the stars she'd appear, every night, before my eyes, burning crystalline clear.
How I wish and I wish for our future my dear, for a setting in which we would ever draw near.
Yet alone every night only my voice I hear. As I question myself, have I've become what I feared?
Until dusk meets the dawn, wisper words in my ear. Say I miss you my darling, say I miss you my dear.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
On days like this, I wish she were here. I wish she was already asleep in my bed.
I wish that my sheets smelled more like her hair, and less like the mess that I left there instead.
How I wish, and I wish, like the stars she'd appear, every night, before my eyes, burning crystalline clear.
How I wish and I wish for our future my dear, for a setting in which we would ever draw near.
Yet alone every night only my voice I hear. As I question myself, have I've become what I feared?
Until dusk meets the dawn, wisper words in my ear. Say I miss you my darling, say I miss you my dear.
