Prettygirl

prettygirl, i miss you. you and your silly smile. you and your big brown eyes that seem to devour every piece of me. i miss your hands and your fingertips and your lips and your taste. what could i do but leave you? i wish there had been another choice. and now i lie in my bed, alone, and pray that my phone will ring and it will be your voice i hear. or that someone will knock on the door to my little apartment and it will be you. what i have done isnt right but i dont think i can fix it. i long for you and your shoulder to lean on. all of my love, me