Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Missing You

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.  I miss you like hell.  

Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.

 All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.