your thousands of miles away,
and i'm...
alone
come back. i need you. you said you needed me,
we shared alot.
in that short short week.
but that, was amazing.
that short short week. is my favorite,
i wait past eleven, my eyes blood red,
from staring into that small Ipod screen.
most of the days your name doesn't show,
i go to bed angry,
why did the perfect guy have to be so far away.
not here...my town, or even state?
God i miss you, how else do i show it,