| Distanace, the torture |
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Rolling over in the middle of the night and not having you there
Rolling over at the first morning's light and missing how it cascades over you
Not being able to turn around and have our eyes meet
Needing those ever so sweet loving touches
The kisses we shared are missed ever so much
This distance between you and I seems to be ever growing
when all we really wish for, want, and need is to have this
torture end and be together forever on end. |
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