Thursday, July 9, 2009
As yet Untitled
It's the middle of the night my love, and I find myself lying in bed hurting for your touch, hurting to feel you, hurting to be with you. You have become a part of the essense of who I am. It's like being a tree with no leaves, a bird with no wings, or a heart with no beat. I cannot be complete without you.
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