Scenarios
Falling deep within my mind,
Thinking back to better times.
Scenarios build up in my head,
As my thoughts and dreams are fed.
Dreaming of being held so tight,
Held so tight through the lonely night.
Of feeling a finger, soft on my cheek,
Of his eyes on mine, makes me feel so weak.
Hitting back to reality; feeling so alone.
Wishing and waiting for him to phone.
by Fractured
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