Run With Me
I still cant find you, looking around and you're not here.
You're lost in this word, and Im here on my knees.
But until that time, I'll sit and wait, and hope tomorrow brings a brand new day.
And maybe then, I'll get the chance, to look around and hold your hand.
To see your face, to make you glad.
...Wednesday 19th November 2014 6:03 pm
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