I
finally asked you to dance on the last slow song beneath that moon that was
really a disco ball. I can still feel my
head on your shoulder and hoping that song would never be over. I haven't seen you in ages. Sometimes I find myself wondering where you
are. For me you'll always be eighteen
and beautiful and dancing away with my heart.
I brushed
your curls back so I could see your eyes. And the way you moved me was like you were
reading my mind. I can still feel you
lean in to kiss me I can't help but wonder if you ever miss me.
“We
always feel that life of others is better than us! But we always forget that we
are also others for someone else.”
I am not your heart, but I miss
you. I am not your family, but I care for you. I am not your blood, but I am ready to share your pain. Why?
Because I am your loving lover and beloved.
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