Phillip Michael Woodruff


Still doesn't feel real
The fact that you were starting to heal
I sit here everyday wishing It wasn't you
And wishing it wasn't true
I wish it was a dream
Your smile always had a gleam
It was a shock to me and the world
When I heard I almost hurled
You were grounded and didn't care
So you snuck out into the midnight air

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