12-17-03
3:34 pm
It kills me
It kills me to know I am only three miles from you and I can�t have your lips
next to mine.
It kills me to know that while I am on my way home to nothing you are on
your way home to Xxxxx.
It kills me to have tasted your lips and not be able to have more of you.
It kills me to have felt what I am sure is the tip of the iceberg and not know
when I will experience the rest of it.
It kills me to know that the spark is there, perhaps stronger in person, and
not know what to do with it.
It kills me to know I have touched you, but I can�t have you.
It kills me to know I am not the one that will be holding you as you drift off
to dream wonderful dreams tonight.