i miss her hair agenst my skin
to make me happy i miss the efrt she put in
her bright green eyes that can tuch ur soul
but now thare gone and every thing is as dark as coul
her former home with out her now looks dark and dead
the flowers that once had blomed with every blosum have now fled
some times i think about the lafes we lared
the talks we talked
the tears we had shed
and the feers we had shared
i miss her ongoing pressence when ever i had reson to feel that no one cared
i miss her gintol sweet tuch with every kiss
it only gave me more to miss
i miss the worm pressence of her in my arms
i miss the feeling that i could protect her from all harms
but now that she is gone
every feeling seem so wrong
every tear i have shed
for every memery that has fled
i miss how we could heel echothers pain
but now the tears torcher me like broken rian
now thare is no one lefed to care
eglesst on one that cold ever be thare
she has yet anser a sengol call
with ech unansered ring with wory i fall
after the beep i simply say
"thare is no one lefed to care if i cry
so who is to care if i die"
hanging up i hope she calls so that maybe her beutiful sweet vioce could make this tragic consideration fade away