Where are you?
This morning was turned sour Woke up without you by my side Where's My Ride or Die? I searched for you my love Though I'm still searching Just a clue or hint But all you left behind Made me clueless Empty space Rumpled sheets It's a special type of feeling Always lingering in your presence Only you remakes an old heart Back into it's youthful vigour I could always and forever write about you But what's left is nothing I miss you Only you can fill your space I am with heavy eyes Even if I'm to rest Where would I? My Succulent Bed I miss you ~Eustachio