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DO YOU MISS ME? ..FADING AWAY

This I wrote a couple hours ago.I notice that sometimes there is always someone that seem to be like an invisible force.. you can see but feel. .. But what happens when that force fades away when you forget, a persons name, the pitch of their voice, the way they look or even the words they said..ect..Lately there is someone who..Is becoming, a complete stranger to me.

Finding you meant turning off the lights at night. Now the sketch of you is just another drawing in my heart a trip to something that I can’t remember. An ink that seem to fade away a lie sleeping next to the true holding each other waiting for “brave” to show up . I wonder what you feel when you see me.. because I feel an empty space. Thinking, I may be stuck in your eyes like a sunset in July..See,I just realize somedays ..you think of me and I get your call others you just sell yourself out. In those lonely nights I find my self being just your momentary remedy. hey ..hey ..hey tell me are you alright  ? Do you think of me? Do I wear a bullet proof vest? Somehow, somewhere I lost your smile I wonder tonight if I ever met you or if you and I meant love ..They say there is a fine line between love and hate ..Does that mean I hate you now? I know, you been here under my skin.. I just wonder…It could be possible you are still here?... tonight you are the stranger under my skin.


I KNOW NO MATTER WHAT I WILL BE THERE FOR YOU BUT I WONDER WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE THERE FOR ME ?

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