When I try to be with somebody else, it just doesn't work. In my heart.
Because they call me baby, and they hold me.
And they smile, and they kiss me.
And all I can think of is you.
And how they're not you.
And how you're my one and my only.
And how you're my baby.
My beautiful boy, my beloved man, who I love more than anything else.
And every kiss and every touch that isn't from you,
just burns my skin and makes the pain of missing you even worse.
And I'm starting to forget your face...
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