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Would you miss me if I died
Would you kiss me if I cried
Would you hold me tight
Would you squeeze my hand
As my last breath left me
Would you miss me in the night
Cause im not there by your side
Would you cry on my grave
Would you leave flowers in summer
Crosses in winter
Would you cry when someone speaks my name
Would you put my picture in a frame
Would you miss me if I died
Could you wait to be by my side?
Would you kiss me if I cried
Would you hold me tight
Would you squeeze my hand
As my last breath left me
Would you miss me in the night
Cause im not there by your side
Would you cry on my grave
Would you leave flowers in summer
Crosses in winter
Would you cry when someone speaks my name
Would you put my picture in a frame
Would you miss me if I died
Could you wait to be by my side?
Literature
i miss you
I miss the way my heart skips a beat when i hear your voice
i miss the way my world lit up when you entered the room
i miss the way your hand always found mine
i miss how our bodies fit together like they were ment for eachother
i miss the way my head fit your shoulder just perfect
i miss the long phone calls that lasted late into the night
i miss it all.....
the way your hair hung in your eyes
the way you always found that right spot
the way you'd make me feel so special id cry
the way you youd say my name
the way you said i love you
i miss you and everything you do....
Literature
I Love You
When Im not talking to you, Im thinking of you.
When youre away, Im hurting inside for you.
Heart sinking,
Belly aching,
Mind numbing,
Hurt for you.
I miss you.
When Im talking to you, Im thinking of us.
When youre with me I come alive.
Heart beating,
Belly flying,
Mind racing,
Alive for you.
I love you.
Literature
ALONE
No one can see the pain that we hide,
They're happy for us to keep it inside,
Our fear is our own; they don't want to know,
Why sould we involve them; why should it show.
You live your whole life in confusion and fear,
The need to feel something unbearably near,
Half of you living, Half of you gone,
And inside you know what your doing is wrong.
The thing's that can help, the thing's that may heal,
Are the flame or the blade and the sting of the steel,
The destruction of skin means the death of your soul,
But there's nowhere to run when your living alone.
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