Tuesday, February 27, 2007

To see you when I wake up is a gift
I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture,
I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that
I care
and
I miss you.
Mister Turtle urge you to join the mutant war!!!
12:07 PM