Saturday, March 31, 2007

To see you when I wake up
is a gift I didn't think could be real
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold Utopian dream

You do something to me
that I can't explain
So would I be out of line
if I said,
I miss you

I see your picture
I smell you skin on the empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone 10 days
but already I'm wasting away

I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon
But I need you to know
that I care,
and I miss you

- Incubus


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