I hear a million voices and only see your face.
The thoughts I collect always lead to you.
My fingers miss your fingers,
my eyes miss your eyes,
my heart misses your heart.
Seperated but no wound is left to show,
for I feel you still love me too.
My face misses your face,
my lips miss your lips,
my dreams miss your dreams.
One day I will tell you again,
but for now I'm just to scared,
because everything about me,
misses everything about you.
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A contest entry
- True Love by Samantha Marie.
450 points, ended October 5, 2008, 64 entries
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Comments
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awh this is lovely
beautiful write
thanks for entering and good luck
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