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| bighugs |
You know that feeling of head fuck...turn to your best friend...but where is he...6 foot under been there a few years now...breathe...think....clear-head...yep still here...start again. What would he have said..laughed, hugged, cried, hugged some more, feeling of safety and security in his arms. Have a drink lass you know where the glasses are kept, i love you, you'll be fine, you'll strong, you can do it, you're a bitch, you are subborn, you're impatient but i love you. How many times did he say that....
Put on our song... drown out life, just you and our song. everything is going to be ok. wanting, needing you to be there, beleiving so hard if just can turn around quick enough you will be there, stood near the door, stood there with your smile, your eyes so clear and knowing.
how many time did i fall asleep on with my head on your knee while you read til the early hours...
how many times did i get so pissed on your cocktails,
how many times did i balance on your toes while we danced
how many times did i think i love but never said it til it was til late
still not deleted your number, just one day you may some how answer it.....xx
Edited Wed 10 Mar 04, 6:23 PM by bighugs
