Do Tell What It Feels Like
10 March, 2005
Author: Pamela O'Brien
When my skin begins to tingle
And my tired eyes refuse to close
It is then that I know;
I am missing you.
When my laughter is quieter
And my sighs more sorrowful
It is a telltale sign;
That I am missing you.
When the world around me slows down
And each breath is counted
I cannot deny;
I miss you.
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