May 16, 2010 00:43
Hugging a pillow,
Instead of you.
Hugging the belief that you were the one,
For me.
Wine on a patio,
I saw that I could trust you.
But , in the end.
Hugging a pillow,
Instead of you.
Hugging the thought that I could be connected ,
To you.
Don’t underestimate,
Don’t over think,
Every kiss.
But, in the end.
I miss you.
I wish you could believe,
In me.