Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Tuscany

Your like the sun for me,
I need you to survive.
Your like air,
I need you to breathe.
Your like blood,
my heart needs you.
When you leave,
your taking half of me with you.
My feelings are like buried treasure,
you'll never find them.
When you leave,
all I'll do is cry.

~GWN*

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