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8:42 a.m. : Wednesday, Aug. 07, 2002
i want to be an angel’s wings
the magic of a bird
every single morning
i retrace your every simple
too far from me word
wishing i could fly
away from your
too soon goodbye
i find it so enchasing
to lick the edge of
my coffee cup
look across the world
and watch you try
just try to drink me up
i miss you
i miss you
i miss you
i said i miss you….
they are the only words
i can ever find
when i fondle thoughts of you
at the front of my mind
if i just said i want you to come home…
is that a poem?
Sometimes I think I cannot miss you, it can’t be possible and then I miss you more. I love you t... I love when you smile at me, I love when you just smile at anything. I heard this song this morning like a thousand times before, this CD has a groove worn in it, and today I finally understood this line…
..when all of the airplanes, all of the cars, and all the miles in the world are sometimes not enough to reach your door – kris delmhorst
