The bed is so much colder sleeping alone

I hate to have it all on my own

Does your's feel the same?

And those annoying feelings of blame?

As I sit at my table, I forget it's not suppose to be set for two

I'm afraid to move your plate, I don't want to replace you

I'm incomplete

I need you more with every breath I breathe

All my emotions spill out on my floor

When you come home, expect me sitting by your door

I'll confess to everything, I love you from your head to your toes

I'll be there for you from your bed to your clothes

I admit I lied

When you left I cried

I just want to come home everyday and see that smile on your face

That's when I know I'm in the perfect place

The End

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