WHITNEY

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I miss you all day.
You are so far away.
I miss you all night.
You are out of my sight.
 
All the dreams in my head.
I lie in bed.
It makes me cry.
I ask why oh why oh why.
Why did you have to go?  I did say no.
 
It is a nightmare
from a dream.
It makes me see scream.
A nightmare,
I don't care for.
 
You are always on my mind.
No peace do I find,.
The thoughts dont cease.
Do cease the thoughts?  They do not.
 
All the things we used to do.
I still love you.
The weekends,
This never, never, does end.
 
I feel so alone.
You are never coming see, home to me.

 

 
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