A Token of Love...
I sit here remembering our last talk
I still wish I had taken that walk
I feel like my heart has been broken
It�s something you took with you as a token
I wonder do you really care about me
You say you do, but do you long it to be free
Do you wish to lay in bed next to my side
Do you wish � like I do everyday and wonder why?
My heart yearns
And my soul burn
I need to hear your voice again
I need to feel your love my friend
Where do you go when it all stops?
What do you do when your heart flops?
Do you think of me as I do of you?
Or is it easier to say we�re through?
- Joeann L. Hunter
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