Missing you is a cliche
A fable transfixed in my mind
I felt the cold air on my skin and wondered would warmth ever grace me once again?
Or would I freeze to death... here, in my own personal demise.
On fire, having played with desire too long
Does longing seem to belong in me, deep in the bowels of this shell
Housing hurt feelings and love unrequited...
Why must I fight for this?
Carry around war weaponry, ready to defend my heart
For what?
For this?
This pain is something serious
I tried to avoid love in hopes of never experiencing this...
Missing you
Wanting you
Thinking hopelessly...
Do you miss me too?
Or is it just me, am I alone here?
Cries echoing through a tunnel newly discovered
Dreaming of being held in arms so familiar I ponder if what we had was even real
I am a cliche
What I feel is a cliche
What we were...is a cliche
This is all a fucking cliche
How did this happen?
When did you by pass the guards watching over my heart to wander beneath my skin?
Missing you...
Missing you.
Missing you!
God...I miss you