Friday, August 11, 2006

When you're gone

I've been wandering around the house all night
wondering what the hell to do
Yeah, I'm trying to concentrate but all I can think of is you
well the phone don't ring 'cause my friends ain't home
I'm tired of being all alone
Got the tv on 'cause the radio's playing
songs that remind me of you

Baby when you're gone, I realize I'm in love
days go on and on, and the nights just seem so long
Even food don't taste that good, drink ain't doing what it should
things just feel so wrong, baby when you're gone

I keep driving up and down these streets
trying to find somewhere to go
Yeah i'm looking for a familiar face, but there's no one I know
oh, this is torture, this is pain, it feels like I'm gonna go insane
I hope you're coming back real soon, 'cause i don't know what to do
Bryan Adams

After we saw Superman, I just knew the movie hit home. You told me that you were always around. I replied that I was no Louis Lane. That's when I realized I'm in love with a big kid. Not that I want this to change, mind you.

I remember one time you told me you wanted to come into my room. I had to remove a protection charm I have in my room to let you in. I had to recast it, but now you have open entrance to my room.

For the last months you have been sleeping in my room. I can feel your presence. I feel safe. I would like to state the fact that I can't get close to one side of the bed. It's a HUGE coincidence that it's your side of the bed.

I feel a terrible void when you leave my side. It's like having an anxiety attack that simply won't go away. I made a little experiment. I checked my clock when I began to feel the void, and it happened to be the time that you woke up.

You just got here a couple of minutes ago. I can feel it, because I don't feel the emptiness.

When will you be here completely.

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