Death Of A Husband, by MrsPeterson Subscribe to rss feed for MrsPeterson

When I could hear your breaths 
I could hear the beat of your heart 
Going a thousand miles an hour 
I miss yesterday 
When I could see your face 
I could look into your eyes 
And see my reflection 
I miss yesterday 
When I could touch your body 
I could rub your shoulders 
After a long days work 
I miss yesterday 
When I could be with you 
I could hold you in my arms 
And tell you how much I love you
Posted: 2005-04-10 01:30:44 UTC

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