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Hey...
Hey...Whatcha doin?
Not much Lover
you still hurtin?
You must be a glutton for punishment
Our lives will never be the way we want
Yeah...I know.
Are you busy?
Should I let you go?
You know it always starts like this
I'll stay on the line
cause you know, I've missed
missed you so much
like a parched woman thirsts
But I'm a glutton for punishment
cause it always hurts
Sorry baby,
Nothin I can do
been busy lately
So whatcha wearin?
Are you missin me?
I can feel you starin.
Really? You know me too well
Over 20 years
Still hurts like hell
But I can't let go
this much is true
Why even ask me
You know I do
I miss the sound of your voice
the way we used to wrestle
and make too much noise
I miss your smiles
Nothin I can do right now
Cause your 500 miles
Away from me
well send a pic
and then I'll see
Just how much you've missed me
I miss you running your hand across my hips
I miss the way your tongue would trace my lips
But not more
than I miss my heart that's chained to the floor
No wonder we can't make ground
Is my heart still beating?
Cause I can't hear a sound
Til I start weeping
Then my text is silent
til his next greeting
Love Poems » Hey...
Hey...
Hey...Whatcha doin?
Not much Lover
you still hurtin?
You must be a glutton for punishment
Our lives will never be the way we want
Yeah...I know.
Are you busy?
Should I let you go?
You know it always starts like this
I'll stay on the line
cause you know, I've missed
missed you so much
like a parched woman thirsts
But I'm a glutton for punishment
cause it always hurts
Sorry baby,
Nothin I can do
been busy lately
So whatcha wearin?
Are you missin me?
I can feel you starin.
Really? You know me too well
Over 20 years
Still hurts like hell
But I can't let go
this much is true
Why even ask me
You know I do
I miss the sound of your voice
the way we used to wrestle
and make too much noise
I miss your smiles
Nothin I can do right now
Cause your 500 miles
Away from me
well send a pic
and then I'll see
Just how much you've missed me
I miss you running your hand across my hips
I miss the way your tongue would trace my lips
But not more
than I miss my heart that's chained to the floor
No wonder we can't make ground
Is my heart still beating?
Cause I can't hear a sound
Til I start weeping
Then my text is silent
til his next greeting
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