Telling You

I haven't seen him in a while.
Do you hear his voice?
A voice like his isn't missed
I wait for him
I think of that first kiss
Around my waist his right hand would go
The left clasped on my neck
Standing in the rain
Words slipped out in pain
His favorite memories
Your hand used for comfort
A song about a bird
The love you crave
Pleasure and obsession
Another girl gets played
Never fearing old age
Everything old fades

I haven't seen him in awhile
If you seen him let him know
A heart is waiting,a soul is breaking
Go ahead and do it again
I have the best part of him

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