My Melody
Summer days pass so quickly by. Fourth of July has already come and go. My work is making me physically weaker..the heat!
The fact that I am away from a person I love makes me colapse and obveously complain like no other mother.
But the beauty of it all, is that I don't hear you at all.
If that means anything to you, consider yourself clever.
The heat has taken its place,
I am suicidal-one more day in heat and I will die.
I believe the only time I enjoyed being in heat this summer was this one time at school when I was in Ms.Komacha's room and she put the air conditioner on 57 degrees(the lowest possible temperature possible)and she had decided to be a mother theresa and let the class outside for a break-it was like being taken out of a cold storm into a warm log cabbin drinking hott coco-ahhh...hott coco.
What am I talking about.
To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real,
to know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold utopian dream..
You do something to me, that I can't explain...
So would I be out of line if I said...
I miss you?
I see you picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine..
You have only been gone Ten days, but already I am waisting away....
I know I'll see you again....
wheather far
or soon...
but I need you to know that I care-
and I miss you....
a tribute to my <3 Nash
Ja Volim tebe<3
Sometimes enough is not enough...
The fact that I am away from a person I love makes me colapse and obveously complain like no other mother.
But the beauty of it all, is that I don't hear you at all.
If that means anything to you, consider yourself clever.
The heat has taken its place,
I am suicidal-one more day in heat and I will die.
I believe the only time I enjoyed being in heat this summer was this one time at school when I was in Ms.Komacha's room and she put the air conditioner on 57 degrees(the lowest possible temperature possible)and she had decided to be a mother theresa and let the class outside for a break-it was like being taken out of a cold storm into a warm log cabbin drinking hott coco-ahhh...hott coco.
What am I talking about.
To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real,
to know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold utopian dream..
You do something to me, that I can't explain...
So would I be out of line if I said...
I miss you?
I see you picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine..
You have only been gone Ten days, but already I am waisting away....
I know I'll see you again....
wheather far
or soon...
but I need you to know that I care-
and I miss you....
a tribute to my <3 Nash
Ja Volim tebe<3
Sometimes enough is not enough...