jeff's poem hell of my own

Do you miss my fingers through your hair Do you look for my face in all those you know Questions I ask over and over again But yet once more I ask Do you miss my kisses The way I held you Do you miss falling asleep in my arms Or the words from your lovers lips I love you Do you still think of me... Sign in to see full entry.

Look at you Look at me Look at the moment Look at our time Our tears Our joy Our last smile to of shared Now your eyes in mine Now all that we shared All that we grew to be To fall in a tear From not yours nor mine But from the eye of the person we became together Sign in to see full entry.

Tears fall to the feeling of no more tomorrow When the world seems dead Life at the end of the road Never to place a soul in the shoes I stand Where giving is never enough Thin is a word I feel when you've given all you have and your still short Small to the eyes all about praying to hold the pain... Sign in to see full entry.