Sep 21, 2003 00:18
i miss erin. i miss those arms that used to hold me close and cuddle me. i miss her lips, her cheeks. i miss her body pressing against mine.
i want someone to hold me to sleep.
i miss her singing to me. i miss her words. i miss her eyes looking into mine as i layed in her lap while she sang to me. i dont miss her picking my zits though.