Random boredom-ness.

To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real,
To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold; Utopian dream,
You do something to me that I cannot explain,
So would I be out of line if I said 'I love you'?
I see your picture; I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine,
You have only been gone a few days,
But already I'm wasting away,
I know I'll see you again; whether far or soon,
But i need you to know that I care and I Love You.

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Oh trust me. Random boredom-ness is getting into my head. Somehow I'm missing school. =( And as lame as it sounds I miss composing the most. Oh, not forgetting Add Math. =P