I've written so much about you
About your hair, your voice, your face, your eyes
How with each and every moment without you
A piece of my soul dies
I want to know if you feel the same
But I can't bring my own self to confess
I don't want to live without your love
Trying my own ways left me a mess
I cherish each second
We had while we were together
Thinking back to when I was sure
I'd be by your side forever
Now that's all I think about
Seeing your smiling face
How your hand could touch my skin
And my heart would instantly race
I know I can trust you
That you don't want to break me apart
Just trust me the same and you will know
I'd never break your heart.
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Alyssa Forge
Stay at home wife and mother. Been through a lot and I can’t wait to get everything that I have written in journals on here. Hope you enjoy and maybe benefit from it.
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