Thursday, June 16, 2011

Love.

I like when it's midnight where you are; you're sleepy,
And you tell me you miss me in that quiet voice
It tugs at my heart-strings, and sounds familiar chords deep within
Aching bones
Guitar strings and song lyrics play in my dreams
And waking up is starting to get harder again
But it's all worth it, just to hear you say those words.

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