Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Hump day in May

I pine for you
Like some love sick teenager
And you once said you knew I would
You are so far away from me now
And my happiness is fleeting
I miss you
Am I dead to you
Do you ever think of me
Will you ever read this 
Would I know if you did
These are empty words I guess
Blowing away in the wind

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