You were not online. So just as I sat and started to write this you were. I was just sitting here alone and thinking. Thinking my thoughts of you. Dreaming of how things would be If you were right here with me. I hope that things are going the way that you had planed. I only wish that you were here with me and I could hold your hand. I dream of being together, spending time with you forever. I dream of being by your side I dream of waking up beside you, of love that you won't hide. I hope that one-day that you'll be more than just a dream of mine at night. That one day I can bring you happiness and love with all my heart. Until then, I'm here alone. There's nothing else to do than dream of you and count the days until you are here with me. I know you are there. I keep going over why you said it would not work.
I also got the email. I read your post (s) and looked at your web page. It is great that some think that way. I only hope people will keep saying that to you. I need you to hold my hand. Even if you don't need me I do need you. I got rid of my old Journal. No more wish washy poems about silly love. Silly Goth boy makes me a web page of pictures for my journal. If that doesn’t show you how much of a geek you are nothing will.
now that you are online you are quiet. that photo shop has you in its grip.
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