beatles123

You treated Me so kindly, with every passing day...You always knew what bothered Me, and how to make it go away...and now as I sit here alone, without You by my side...I can't deny it, it is true: a part of Me has died. Try as I may to beg and plead to God that You'll return, I find only My sorrow left, again I feel the burn...The burn of painfull stinging tears that fill inside My eyes...thinking of how I treated You, as if You were a prize. If only I remembered what had made You so unique...instead of thinking of Your flesh, like some ungrateful sneak...You knew that I was stuck this way, and still You did not leave...You said that You wo