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I wonder if you think about me as much as I think of you. If I cross your mind in the dead of night. If I creep into your dreams and if you wake up to my face in the front of your mind. I wonder if you think of me when someone speaks my name, or if you can pass the letters over your lips without them quivering. If you look over at your passenger seat as the sun sets and glimpse my smile. If you recall all the memories we shared and hold them as close as I. I wonder if you pass by someone on the street and question for a second if it’s me, if you hoped for a moment that it was. If you miss the warmth in your hand where mine would me. I wonder if your lips miss the familiar taste of mine, if you miss the presence of my body laying beside yours. I wonder if you ever think to call or text, to send a letter to the girl you made a mess. I wonder if I still mean something...anything, to you, or if I ever did at all. Because you were everything to me. I see you in everything I do, everywhere I go, because I miss it all, I miss you. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed. I’m sorry... But I needed you too, And you left.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
I Wonder If You Wonder
I wonder if you think about me as much as I think of you. If I cross your mind in the dead of night. If I creep into your dreams and if you wake up to my face in the front of your mind. I wonder if you think of me when someone speaks my name, or if you can pass the letters over your lips without them quivering. If you look over at your passenger seat as the sun sets and glimpse my smile. If you recall all the memories we shared and hold them as close as I. I wonder if you pass by someone on the street and question for a second if it’s me, if you hoped for a moment that it was. If you miss the warmth in your hand where mine would me. I wonder if your lips miss the familiar taste of mine, if you miss the presence of my body laying beside yours. I wonder if you ever think to call or text, to send a letter to the girl you made a mess. I wonder if I still mean something...anything, to you, or if I ever did at all. Because you were everything to me. I see you in everything I do, everywhere I go, because I miss it all, I miss you. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed. I’m sorry... But I needed you too, And you left.
britney-lyn
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britney-lyn
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
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