My body aches to be near you,
Lungs hurt for the scent of you,
Fingers pained for the touch of you
I need you...
Chills run up my back in anticipation of you
I long for you...
So much so it makes me wanna cry
Please come to me
|Compositions of An Abstract Mind||
What Is & What Is Not
This is and is not everything having to do with the good & the bad of relationships.