george albot


8days a week


The last thing I want to do is upset you
I want you to enjoy most of it,
Well a little bit anyway,

But I hope while you’re away,
You will still feel my heart beating
And all of the love and emotions I have for you,

I’m going to say your name, every
Night at ten, with the hope that you’ll
Hear my voice, and again in the morning

That will let me know how strongly I am missing you
But to be honest it’s already burning
And I know that if the love is pure what we have
It will stay without reason and last in time

It strange how the poems and letter this week have
Been about days and hours, so I’ll hear you next week?
I hope

I Love you

Night night babe

XXX

Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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