I wake, and you’re not there.
Yet, when I sleep, you’re still here.
When my eyes are open, you are gone.
But when they’re closed, you’re here with me, where you belong.
I live in the belief that one day I will see you again.
Until then, I bring you back to life, in my hand, with my pen.
About the Creator
Crystal McGraw
I'm always speaking my mind, When I'm better off biting my tongue
I'm a bad joke at the wrong time .Hell,I'm a legend in my own mind
I'm good for some but I'm not for everyone~Brother's Osbourne.
I'm here to write stories& tell my story.
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