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Sitting here writing

With nothing to do

Without reason or warning

Ill begin to think of you



The days we hugged and held hands

The day you kissed me and I felt strange

After that I knew one thing

If I lose you id become so derranged



I miss you so much

The pain is unbearable

I miss the ring

Within your beutiful navel



I remember the way you smell

It follows me home it seems

The scent of lulling love

I can smell it in my dreams



Your brown eyes burned in the back of my eye lids

I miss the way you were hesistant to look at me

Whenever I close my eyes

You are all that I see...