Saturday, June 6, 2009

Weak

You used to make me happy,
Make me joyful, make me glad.
Used to feel wanted, content, and desired.
Now you make me weep,
Make me sob, make me cry.
Never used to make me wonder "why"...
The sun never shines when you're around,
The birds refuse to sing,
And the air gets so dry.

Why when you're around,
You're never near.
Never willing to listen, to hear.
Just your touch makes me quiver,
Your skin against mine, shiver.
The more we stay apart,
The less we grow.
The more I see,
You never cared about me.
It's not that I'm mad.
It's just that I'm missing,
These times we never had.

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