Sometimes I have no words
Because I am ashamed to be this way
This is not one of those times
My words are, I love you,
I wish you called me of your own accord,
And I wish you didn't go.
There are many first times that we will have
And if you are to leave me alone this time,
Without saying anything else to me or to hold my heart,
Then tonight will be our first night.
Sleep cannot serve as an excuse,
for the hours we are to spend being apart, being misunderstood,
Every breath I breathe will miss you baby.
And tomorrow will be our first morning.
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