Tuesday, September 8, 2015

What he can't be and I can't do

I miss you so much
And it aches too much
That I know I'm diseased
With each drop of tear
I console, I'm moving on
Truth is, I'm not.
I'm just looking for you
In some one else
Any familiarity
Makes me feel
May be this is you
Truth is, he can never be.
Age, sun sign, one habit
Just anything would do
I desparately hope
I'll do what you
half-heartedly wanted
Truth is, I just can't let go.

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