Without You

March 23, 2011
Can't you just say it's fine?
I'll give anything to make you mine.
I've been talking, and I've been trying.
But, you don't get the hints; Now I'm crying.
Your sweet, your too kind;
A person like you, they're hard to find.
You touch my hands, and I tremble;
Best friends, are what you and I resemble.
The date I go back to is the first of the year;
Back when you were always here.
Now, where have you been?
Your my sickness, my sin.
I can feel you within, the depths of my skin;
Please come back, let's start again.
No, do not;
That would hurt me inside, more than a lot.

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