Wednesday 28 November 2012


I miss you.

Proud:
Who's proud
What's proud
Who can I make proud?
That's what hurts - when I cry the most,
When proud speaks words I never heard.

Want:
All I wanted
All you dreamed of
All that should have been.
That's what hurts - when I cry the most,
When loss speak words you never heard

Gone:
Gone forever
Much longer than I ever
Beyond my wildest dreams,
That’s where it hurts the most:
When life becomes reality and I cry the worst.

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