Upon Through The Day
By sidewinder
Dream upon through the day, As if the reality came crystal clear, For the memory haunts you, And in every waking moment you need her, You feel her touch, You smell her perfume, You can almost taste her tears, With that it becomes unbearable for the wanting in you grips you, Never letting go, Without her nothing else matters, And the days become endless like a void in time. Aug. 22, 1985 Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 03:29 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn love
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