Why do I always look forward to seeing your name appear on my phone?
Why do I long to hear your voice?
Why is it that you are the first to put a smile on my face,
Yet anger always runs threw my veins each and every time we speak?
You are truly my good, bad and ugly.
I long to be with you
I long to have you near when were are apart.
Yet every time we talk its always my form of downers
But I cannot bear to part ways with you.
You have my heart and always will.
So what am I to do?