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Aug 2015
Oh but I am yours
I walk down the street and I see you
You visit me in my dreams
Then I wake to this nightmare of reality
The time away from you has made me
Realize I love you more
No matter how hard I try to push away the thoughts of being with you
I'm still picking flowers for you
Gathering them for when you return
I count the days and watch the hours pass as if it will fast forward To the part
I close my eyes and I still hear you
As you say
"We will have our day"
I cry as I hear you say" I love you"
Wyatt William Groves
Written by
Wyatt William Groves  Dayton Ohio
(Dayton Ohio)   
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