How Can I move On?
Every time I say a word or speak a letter, tears run down my face, the Only memories we shared are just a thing in the past. Do I Miss You…and now, every time the phone rings I dash to it thinking its you but its not, its my heart me to hold on never to let go and Love telling me I MISS YOU…it isn’t the same, days are shorter, life gets longer, depression IS suicide…Cry not for thyself, but 4 another heart broken…Missing you is inevitable…is it too late to apologize or is it just the beginning…