Tonight my pillow is my support, soaking up these tears.
Why can't I get over you? There's one tear for every memory.
Building up, sitting at the edge of my eye. I hear your voice. Squeeze my eyes shut and it trickles and it falls to join the rest.
If tear drops could stain a pillow, you'd see how much i still miss you.
Please come back to me.
Created: Mar 01, 2011Wiconi-Waste Image Media