~MoRnInG tIlL nIgHt~, by ~MiSsInG HiM~
When I wake up in the morning
all I can think about is you
Maybe you called my cell at night
like you used to do.
When school lets out
i'm hoping you'll be there
Even if we don't speak
God would answer my prayer.
When I go to bed at night
I think about all there memories we shared
How much I still miss your love
Still praying that you cared.
When I dream of you
I'm happy and tears stop pouring
but then I wake up
by the harsh reality called morning.
|Posted: 2005-09-12 23:15:29 UTC|
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