They say

by melissa   Jan 10, 2007


They say Love is Blind,
But this love is clear.
Baby I wish you was next to me right here.
Im stressed out when we dont see each other
Im stressed out when we dont talk.
Me bein on punishment hurts me deep inside.
It makes me sick to my stomach
And it makes me cry.
I miss you and I think bout you
And I care bout you and dream bout you
Your always on my mind, your sweet, generous, fine, kind and Mine

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