You ask me
what I will miss the most...
I know I'm not the best,
I never claimed to be...
Missing you is like chasing naught in a cotton...
I run, run and run yet catch void...
"You"...
I could spend a year inside your eyes,
just bathing in their youth...
Let me be...
The hand to hold...
Snowflakes fall through the evergreens
She prances like a winter dryad...
I am in an odd place
Still searching for my life...
Laying on my bed
thinking about us together...
Why is everything with you so complicated
If you really wanna go...
I walk down the lane,
feeling so much pain...
Inspired by and dedicated to Patricia C. T. 2011...