Missing
Everytime I open a door, I hope that her face is going to be behind it.
Everytime the phone rings, I hope that it a call saying someone found her.
Everytime I hear the faintest noise of metal, I hope it her walking home.
Everytime I look at all the places she would be, I hope to see her there.
But behind the door is nothing;
The phone is from someone we know;
the noise of metal is coming from my braclet;
and she is never in those places.
Where ever she is, why doesn't she just come home? Please Come Home.
It's more painful not knowing how she disappeared, than just the fact that she is gone.
This house is so empty without her, even though it is full of people.
And everytime I want to pet her, call out her name, sit with her, stare at her, be with her she is just....gone.
Everytime the phone rings, I hope that it a call saying someone found her.
Everytime I hear the faintest noise of metal, I hope it her walking home.
Everytime I look at all the places she would be, I hope to see her there.
But behind the door is nothing;
The phone is from someone we know;
the noise of metal is coming from my braclet;
and she is never in those places.
Where ever she is, why doesn't she just come home? Please Come Home.
It's more painful not knowing how she disappeared, than just the fact that she is gone.
This house is so empty without her, even though it is full of people.
And everytime I want to pet her, call out her name, sit with her, stare at her, be with her she is just....gone.