I think of him often
I wonder, "does he think of me?"
We used to have the greatest love
A love from heaven above
His lips were so soft
It was like being in a dream
I miss his smile, his eyes, and his touch
But I miss his love of all things
A love that left me behind
But it wasn't another person
It was a place, it was material things
Something that will never go away
A something that can never feel my pain
I need to have some of the attention
But his mind was to far away
No matter how hard I was clinching
He was to far away, to far gone
Far from my reach, too far from home
I'm always thinking of him since he's been gone
But I wonder, "Does he think of me? |
