Your wish
If I could count the tears I’ve shed for you,
The number of nights I lie awake thinking of you,
The amount of words I’ve written for you
I’d be counting till the day I die.
But you wouldn’t want that, would you?
You wouldn’t want me to waste my life.
I have a shot, I have the time,
Is what you would have told me.
You’d tell me to smile.
You’d spoil me rotten.
You’d make me laugh.
You’d tell me to hold my head up high.
You’d never want me to cry.
Most of all, you’d want me to carry on.
And that’s all well and true,
But that doesn’t mean
I don’t still miss you.
2012/11/29
