Mar 2013
I'll miss you
But most of all,
I'll miss how I was,
When I was,
With you.
Before you left,
Running away,
From the memory,
Of me,
And who you were.
May the light,
Of the morning sky,
Be tinged on,
Your eyes,
*Be filled with longing.
But most of all,
I'll miss how I was,
When I was,
With you.
Before you left,
Running away,
From the memory,
Of me,
And who you were.
May the light,
Of the morning sky,
Be tinged on,
Your eyes,
*Be filled with longing.
© Amara Pendergraft
The two that mattered most have been lost.
The two that mattered most have been lost.
