Missing that buttercup

In Uncategorized on November 30, 2009 at 4:45 pm

For my Butter cup


I seek high and low; I try but everything’s faint


It’s your touch I desire more, your face my brains paints


For it’s you that I miss, your look, ideas and intents


And everyday that I wake, your self my heart paints


And I think of you again, and in me it pains


For I miss you, that’s what my being says



Mr piper



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