To Drew
A couple of summers ago,
was when I met you.
Even though I let you go,
I will always love you.
It was not,
your average fling.
It was real,
it meant something.
When I think about you,
I start to cry.
Just being apart,
makes me want to die.
The notes we wrote,
the little things we share.
They mean the most,
because I know you care.
I know you better,
than you know yourself.
I know what you want,
you don't want someone else.
I cry every night,
knowing you are not by my side.
I cry every night,
my tears burn with passion.
I shout out loud,
I scream words with emotion.
I know you will love me,
from now until the day I die,
because I know what we had,
we didn't even have to try.
I know you'll come back soon,
& I'll be waiting for you.
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