you

you always say that its about trust its always a fight its never you fault...........

smile and say hi, you just nod and walk on

you see me alone you just stand and stare,  "hey stephen"

on the edge of the bed tears on the floor that ache for your arms and your ghost.

while i rock the little one to sleep, your wrapping your arms around my waist and for once our puzzles Peices fit together effortlessly




gabbi, 16