My little Butterflies.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

When I need you most.

by It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing.


Sitting alone, watching the clouds move across the sky,
All heading towards the darkest clouds of my despair,
The wind has the coldest chill when you're alone,
I can feel your warmth, as if you were the sun,
But you're trying to hide in that dark cloud,
Please don't hide when I need you most.

I've spent hours, I've spent days, dreaming of you,
Your touch, your smell, your taste, your smile,
My hand reaches out for yours, I'm just waiting,
Waiting, to be claimed by you, by your love,
But you're trying to hide in that dark cloud,
Please don't hide when I need you most.


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