I can tell you have at least
a piece of my heart
because the further away you are,
the more it aches
And I can try to hide it from you
and deny it to myself
As time goes by, the harder I try,
the more effort it taks
I'm wishing I could touch you
I remember every inch of your body
and start to fantasize
I'm wishing I could kiss you
I remember those amazing lips
and get butterflies
I'm wishing I could see you
I remember our visits
and just want to go back for a while
I'm wishing I could hear your voice
I remember our conversations
and your jokes, and I smile
I catch myself with that goofy grin on my face
With every thought of you,
every daydream I've had
I start missing you and wishing you were here
And all I can do is shake my head
and think, "Damn, you've got it bad."
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