missing you some times
makes me wonder if i can survive this night
its the same as all the others before
nothing new to tare
nothing old to open
its just that im so done
the same holes are opened
the same burning sensation never ends
i don't know maybe it will never leave
or maybe it will disappear

but im not so lucky
to have my problems fade away
with the faint sound of my voice calling back to you
its not the same as before but its all i have left of you
a recording on my phone
a wonderful memory u shared with me
the warm touch that filled my hand
that was it
that is what i am and will always will be
searching for

ill be searching for another one of you


By:
josiah hammond