Press my back towards the wall
and I'm a little less lonely.
A little less alone.
Voices through a cord
my last waking minutes
and I'm a little less alone.
I can venture and go to a million places
but with you always was home.
So I picture you the way we were,
and I'm a little less alone.
Awww, such a sweet poem, it's beautiful.. I love it, sweetheart. <3
ReplyDeletethats sweet, wonderful beautiful and sad while holding a firm strength by showcasing a weakness. i Love this one Bex!
ReplyDeleteThank you :*** raves you always make it sound so good :D
ReplyDeletehahahaha one of my many talents :) Making the Great be seen as it is :P
ReplyDeleteHeh, or even better ^^ :D
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ReplyDeletei really do love this one.
it truely captures you i think ,
i dont mean it as an insult. but wow, just as moving as the others . definitly one of my favorites though :)
Awwww thanks em... <3 ohh how would i take that as an insult? :D I'm just flattered! =)
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