A morbid state of fairly day had slowly gone away
A struggling thought of you I fought
Not to banished nor get lost
A simply way for me to say I miss you everyday
Ever since you came and made me feel this way...
And here I am fingers flickerin'
thought is movin' feeling's deepin'
Typin writin composin my feelin'
That I do, yes it's true I miss you more even so...
A simple symphony of my sweet honesty
Between my thought and solidarity
That you came into my mind who am I to blame
When my reasons or excuses to say are too lame.
Sitting here, thinking of you
I don't know why but yet I do
Or maybe I don't but somehow I know
That in my mind, floating is you...
So what else should I say?
Frantically frankly with simple bravery...
Well I guess, the morbid state symphony of my solidarity
Is to say I am missing you more and more each day...
i love this hon.. ;)
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