Somtimes., by eleanor maslen Subscribe to rss feed for eleanor maslen

when your here, i feel more alone then ever.
though you look at me, i feel your eyes are empty.
When we touch though you are warm its only ice i feel.
Though i love you, i feel that this love is not real.
You dont talk to me, like we used to do.
back when we were kids, in the park, on the swings.
thats when i fell for you, when i new i wanted you.

Sorry, i have to go away now. Come visit me k?
Posted: 2011-09-06 11:35:36 UTC

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2011-12-25 22:09:30lance
hey woman happy holidays.....i wish i could come visit you