March 22, 2013
Sitting here,
wishing you were near.
Sitting here wanting your kiss.
Thats something that my lips miss.
Wanting your eyes locked on mine. LIke there was no use for anything else except time.
Now you look at me and i can see from the corner of your eye that you're staring at him and debating when to break my heart.
Seeing when the good day is to break me apart.
You may think that I dont see it but I do.
I see everything.
Including the way he looks at you.
I see when he hugs you, when he has the erge to kiss you,
I see it.
You want to too.

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