Tuesday, February 22, 2011

To Whom it May Concern


Why are you so far from me? In my arms is where you ought to be. 

How long will you make me wait? I don't know how much more I can take.

I miss you, but I haven't met you. Oh but I want to, how I do.

Slowly counting down the days. Till I finally know your name.

The way your hand feels round my waist, the way you laugh, the way your kisses taste.

I miss you, but I haven't met you. Oh, but I want to, how I do. 

Dear whoever you might be, I'm still waiting patiently. 

2 comments:

  1. Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit. We are the same person.

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