Walk is easy
But walkng alone is tough
Being loved by some1 is secure
But loving some1 is insecure
Being missed by some1 is nice
But to miss some1 is painful...
i cant hide it 4rm u anymore I dont want to hrt u I feel its best
to tell u
before u hear it from someone else
listen
its a lie that i miss u
really i jst feel u as a part of myself
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
