Missing
By grumpy3445
Every time I wake up, there is something missing when I make breakfast, and there is no one else at the table I feel it, but I try to ignore it at work, I talk to customers and friends but there is an emptiness I can go to a party, see couples dancing and many single girls waiting to be asked but I'm not interested or couples, walking in the park holding hands, or just talking, being together that emptiness is where I want you to be need you to be, beside me, with me a part of me that can't be whole since a part of me is with you Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 03:18 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Every time I wake up, there is something missing..."