He is a gentlemen and tries his best to understand,
and he is so patient.
He loves to the sound of my voice and all my girlfriends say I made then right choice.
Cos he's kind, sweets, and generous.
But I have to admit.
I miss our little late night calls,
driving around in late fall.
Holding hands and afraid to let go,
I think I mist that the most.
Sneaking into hotel bars,
sleeping in while you play your guitar.
Blasting the radio to our favorite songs.
And he's amazing too, but he's not you.
He says he loves me and he can't put anything above me,
he tells me I'm the Apple of his eye.
My father calls him 'son' and my mother thinks he's the one.
He's a good guy and I'm alright but......
I miss holding you dancing in the rain,
sleeping in with you all day.
Holding each other and being so close.
telling each other secrets only we know.
Running away and feeling unafraid.
Dreaming of taking your name.
We were so in love that we were insane.
He's amazing and incredible too,
but he's still not you.
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The Lonely.
PoetryLonely thoughts creep into my mind. I scream as the tear me up inside. No one knows No one hears the cries. No one knows me when it's night.
