ive lost the piece with which i need
a way to feel, to laugh to bleed.
i miss the hugs, the laughs the love
i miss the hope we'd rise above
ive failed my son, myself, my heart
our lives have gone from sweet to tart
i gavve up hope, you say your done
but i refuse to turn and run
you are my one, with which my passion
never could be split or rationed.
i need to arms, your warm embrace
i miss it nomatter where my place
my place i know belongs with you
this will never change cause your my boo(bear)
by adam arbique