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Oct 2010
It's those moments right before bed that
I miss you
the most.
I can feel you in my chest whenever
you're not next to me.
You are the rain.
You are the sky.
You are the piece that fit's
just right.
I remember you in a thousand different ways.
The way you feel, smell, taste, breathe, sleep,
move, talk, walk, listen and smile.
The way you look at me.
The way you make me believe.
I want to kiss you with all the passion that
this world has left in it.
I want to dance us into that place where nothing
exists but us.
And if you show me your world then I'll show
you mine.
I'll show you the colors in the music and the
beauty of a streetlight.
And I won't be afraid.
You are the girl whose soul is filled with stars,
and I am the boy wishing I was where ever you are.
Written by
Keith Johnson
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