Lost Without You

November 16, 2009
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The smile you had when I first met you.
the smell of axe,
the look of your eyes,
long eyelashes,
soft hands,
the sound of your voice,
your bright smile,
I wish,
you were still here
I feel imprisoned
without you.
I think about you
all you see
is tears
coming down my
cheek.I am lost with
out you...
I would like
for you to hear those
three little words
coming out my mouth.

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