16th May 2013

That Little Nagging...


In the back of my head I can't help but doubt

That every thing we say will all come about.

Like the summer planned. 

But the voice keeps on nagging and shouting and screaming.

It cries.

My heart knows that it's right,

But I don't want to listen

'Cause right now all I hear is that it's you that I'm missing. 

The End

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