Sunday Night
I sit here on a Sunday night.
Missing you.
Wanting you.
Haven't found nobody to replace you.
I really don't want anyone to replace you.
But this feeing I feel is pointless.
I missed your smile, your kiss, your laugh.
Your happy now, without me.
Who am I to mess with your peace.
My selfishness leaves me in a place of hurt.
I want you in my life.
Tears forming and my heart is hurting.
It's my fault.
My happiness means nothing while I place your feelings above mine?
Sadness pain just any object of sex..
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