I'M Missing Your Face
I wish I'd known that less was more
The next day, I was passed out on the floor
Pain is seldom permanent, but tonight it's killing me
I wish you understood the me I wanted to be
I'm missing your face, you're in my head
There are so many things I wish I would have said
You said so much without a word ever being
I'm empty inside, never saw what you were fleeing
Consider this poem a testament
In my heart you are not a sediment
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