The lousy poet, misses his girl

Dekalb IL

Description

You answered my bad poems, like the one below, some years ago. I miss our emails and notes to each other. I guess that means i miss you. Just a boy missing his girl. Inside again, the pain begins Last time I thought was the end. Close my eyes and it goes on Oh for the forgotten now. The story told, goes on and on When will it ever end Close the door and let's pretend We're all alone, all alone Open my eyes up and I dream Morning skies and you I see. Ending this night and everything's right. And we're all alone, all alone. Close the door and let's pretend Our love could know no end Close your eyes and dream You can be with me