My head on your shoulder, riddle me this:
Will you miss me when I leave?
Please miss me
Oh, here’s a thought:
Let’s do something crazy
Will run away with me?
Yeah, you heard me right the first time, baby.
Month: December 2020
We can count one, two, three years
I am not against you finding somebody else
If that’s the way we’re healing
That’s the direction we’re heading
All I know is
As I walk every day in my routinary life
I miss you
And it makes me miss you more every time I think how much I miss you