A tear falls to my pillow,
As I meander through my loneliness,
I'm not upset just cross and strange,
Shouldn't he be here yet?
I don't know what I've done,
To deserve this ache and spite.
Hasn't there been enough,
In the beginning of my life?
I fully understand,
The need to grow and change.
I'm in size 10 shoes now,
Is that enough to show my age?
Turning over,
And putting out the light,
I know I'll wonder,
Will I dream of him tonight?
Because he's the one,
That brings it all to an end,
The one I know I love,
But I haven't even met.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
A tear falls to my pillow,
As I meander through my loneliness,
I'm not upset just cross and strange,
Shouldn't he be here yet?
I don't know what I've done,
To deserve this ache and spite.
Hasn't there been enough,
In the beginning of my life?
I fully understand,
The need to grow and change.
I'm in size 10 shoes now,
Is that enough to show my age?
Turning over,
And putting out the light,
I know I'll wonder,
Will I dream of him tonight?
Because he's the one,
That brings it all to an end,
The one I know I love,
But I haven't even met.
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