they say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone / / they say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

I want to wake up where you are;

"Could you whisper in my ear, the things you wanna feel
I'll give you anything, to feel it comin'."
I miss waking up to his smiling face.
I miss feeling his breath on my neck while we're sleeping.
I miss doing this every morning and every night.

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