I Miss You
To see you when I wake up
is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
and I miss you.
3 comments:
salam bobo, kau biar benar kau mrsm pdrm nie. aku masuk dari 1992 sampai 1996. kau bactch bila wei...
kasi muka sikit nak tgk...
salam ammosham,
aku batch 1996 no maktab aku 96107. betula. xkan aku tipu lak..
hahahaha
bobo, kasi sms aku muka kau aku nak tgk...
orang panggil aku mat tiara masa kat sekolah2.
kalau ada facebook add aku
norhisham1979@yahoo.com
s ya
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