Is he there?

As these tears roll down my face,
reminiceing of the past,
he's somewhere far away,
is he thinking of me,
does he know i am here right now,
does he even care,
everyday this sadnees comes across my heart,
like a big black x,
it's smothering my heart,
but it is still beating,
it is struggling for him,
it isn't my decetion,
it's my hearts,
it is searching for answers to my questions,
yet i can't find it,
if he was here right now holding me as he did on that night,
that x on my heart would brake into a million peacies,
and my heart would be set free and able to breath,
but he's not,
the x will remain there,
until the day comes agian,
these tears shall fall to the ground...

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[Mauricio Montoya]

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