Nostalgic

The mood is nostalgic
It's half past two in the afternoon
My mind is kind of empty
Of everything but you.

You said just close my eyes
And I will see your face
But your features become distorted
With every mile that separates
And this vision becomes blurred
By every tear that fills the space.

(How I wish you were here to wipe them away sweetie).





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Inkspired said...
Aug. 27, 2009 at 3:12 pm
LOVE THIS! So sweet, so beautiful, so rhythmic. Wonderful. Could you check out some of my stuff? I'd love your opinion!
 
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