Jul 23, 2005 00:50
Basically, i can't sleep.
You're so far away, like a bleep...
on the radar. So far.
So far, i miss you.
Every passing day is like...
Every passing minute is like...
Every passing.....it's like an eternity.
Like a always say, fire.
Fire inside me, burnin' with this,
burning with that.
All it's burning with is love for you.
That's the end of this poem.
The dredded end.
I love you. And i miss you.