� Every piece of you... lives within me � 2002-02-17 � 10:45 p.m. �
~I'm imagining your frame,
every angle and every plane.
I'm imagining your smell,
the one that mingled with mine once upon a time.
Thoughts of you are picketing my brain.
They refuse to work such long hours
without rest in unstable conditions at best.
They're out there every day holding up their signs
And thoughts of no other man but you
could possibly get through the picket lines to enter into my mind.
I'm imagining your laugh again,
the one you save for your family and your very close friends.
I'm imagining the way you say my name.
I don't know when I'm going to hear it again.
My friends can't tell my laughter from my cries.
Someone tell this photograph of you to let go of my eyes.
I'm imagining your frame.
I'm imagining your smell.
I'm imagining your laugh again
and the way you say my name.~
Too much a girl, I guess
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