Sometimes I think about you when you're not around. More then I should.
Sometimes I forget who you are.
Sometimes when I am with you I never want to leave your side.
Sometimes when I am with you I feel nothing.
Sometimes I want you to talk to me.
But sometimes I wish you would leave.
Sometimes I want nothing but your eyes looking into mine,
Yet sometimes I can't wait for you to look away. So I can breathe, a little.
Monday, September 7, 2009
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