Friday, September 10, 2010
Images of you run in my head.
Tears rush down my cheeks;
Memories of you make me weak.
I can’t help but to weep, therefore I cry myself asleep.
When I awake, I feel my heart break.
Under the cover, knowing me and you are over.
Holding back my tears, wishing you were here.
I thought you were the one for me,
But I guess it wasn't meant to be getting ready for the pain to start,
Smiling to cover my broken heart.
Still in my heart will be,
A special place for you and me.
8:49 PM
