As I lay here in bed,
I close my eyes and think of you.
I see your smile, and those eyes.
I begin to wonder, do you think of me too?
Here in Iraq, with a heart apprehended,
I miss you, I believe more than you know,
the feelings weren't inteded.
I don't look forward to the day that we go.
9 years since I felt a way like this,
It's a shadowing pain, remembered, yet easy to forget.
I'll send with you my hug and my kiss,
never forgetting the time that we met.
I think of you next to me,
for time unknown, pulling me close.
Holding eachother softly,
with your kisses I want most.
So warm with quiet moments spent,
I'll never forget,
the touch of your lips on my forehead
and your unforgettable scent.
"always be;
Stay safe, and goodbye...
It should be;
I love you and see you soon"
when the planes fly over my head
not knowing which goes your way,
shouts of my love will be sent to each,
...As if you'd hear...
-drowned-
(Damn the thundering thrusts of the jet engines)
Through the "smoke" in my eyes
watch them fly by....
and wish I'd been born with wings."
Yet another reason for the love of butterflies.
Julie S.
I close my eyes and think of you.
I see your smile, and those eyes.
I begin to wonder, do you think of me too?
Here in Iraq, with a heart apprehended,
I miss you, I believe more than you know,
the feelings weren't inteded.
I don't look forward to the day that we go.
9 years since I felt a way like this,
It's a shadowing pain, remembered, yet easy to forget.
I'll send with you my hug and my kiss,
never forgetting the time that we met.
I think of you next to me,
for time unknown, pulling me close.
Holding eachother softly,
with your kisses I want most.
So warm with quiet moments spent,
I'll never forget,
the touch of your lips on my forehead
and your unforgettable scent.
"always be;
Stay safe, and goodbye...
It should be;
I love you and see you soon"
when the planes fly over my head
not knowing which goes your way,
shouts of my love will be sent to each,
...As if you'd hear...
-drowned-
(Damn the thundering thrusts of the jet engines)
Through the "smoke" in my eyes
watch them fly by....
and wish I'd been born with wings."
Yet another reason for the love of butterflies.
Julie S.