Its not always where you start,
that brings you to the end.
Sometimes it's the middle,
where it all begins.
Hey I miss you,
..And that wasn't always true,
But lately,..I feel like,
I should be there beside you,
Because I miss you...
Do you know the secret,
Of why I feel this way?
Can you recall the reason,
Why I didn't stay?
Everybody's lonesome,
We all know that is right,
Because our days feel as empty as,
The darkness of the night.
When,I miss you...
And as I sit here,
And look out at the rain.
I wonder if we'll ever,
Have some time again.
I often think of calling you,
But, then I think again.
Would we speak, just like strangers,
Or would we be, long lost friends?
I Miss You..
And I'll miss you 'til the end.
Maybe I'm just stuck here in the middle,
where it all begins..
I wonder if you think of me,
The way I think of you.
And do you every ask yourself,
If you miss me too?

BluesPreacher

Nice. I only have one question:



What does this part mean? Can you explain what this means?

Don't we all start with good intentions?
But, somehow later down the line things go bad.
Yet we hang on still.

I dont think that needed any explanation...BluePreacher...this was very well done....

BluesPreacher very good. You just described my thoughts about a certain someone. It does not make me feel better to know others have the same hurt, but thank you for putting it into words so completely and easily understood.

pick up the phone

Very good but we never know till we ask do we?

Very nice write

Thanks Again and sorry for my typo on the next to last line.
A few of you told me to call her but this was actually written for several people all over the country. A group much like this.
I just used that energy in another form.

Ah geeze, now you have me crying.

I miss someone terribly.

Thank you for writing this.

nicely done and welcome to the site

YOu could probably still edit your typo if you want.I do it all the time.

Very nice