what its like to miss some one
home/you sick
I miss youYour laugh
Your smile
Your wit
I'm sick of it
I want to be home
Home is were the heart is
And you still have mine
I'm stuck in time
New York New York.......if I can make here?
Moments go to slow
Little images of you I still know
I can't forget
Your memory
Your ghost
The thing I love the most
Will I be purged of your memory
You won't let that happen
You stop me from catchin'
Sweet relief
From you
If only there was some thing I could do
Im here thinking
I want to be there
With you
Poetry by philip reis
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Written on 2007-02-13 at 03:57
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