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Emerald

I can't write without your emerald eyes staring at me in a photograph…
Even though, I know, it's my fault. I was the one that ripped it apart.

I can't write without the taste of your luscious lips still imprinted in my mind.
Even though, I know, it's my fault. I was the one that pushed them away.

It's really cold in here, nowadays.
My bedroom never seems to warm up when you're not in it.
And the sun never seems to shine nearly as bright.

It's really lonely in here, nowadays.
The days just seem to drag by.
I miss you, you know…
You were always the light that drove my darkness away.
You made me write. Made me sing.
You made me happy…

I can't write without your emerald eyes staring at me in a photograph,
or without the taste of your luscious lips still imprinted in my mind.
Even though,
I know,
it's my fault…
I was the one that didn't love you when I had the chance.

I swear I could see the whole world through your eyes,
and it was beautiful.
I miss that…
I miss the passion you gave me,
all the truly heart-felt poetry I made just because you were there.
I miss how everything looked and sounded perfect.

Every time you came it was as if the skies themselves had caught on fire.
As if time just stopped and there was not a single living soul in the world but us.
And looking deep into those eyes,
I could see happiness.
I miss that…
How you made my heart beat faster and faster,
while we just danced along to the rhythm.

But from all of that, what I miss the most is you…

I can't write without your emerald eyes staring at me in a photograph,
or without the taste of your luscious lips still imprinted in my mind…

Description
Emerald

I can't write without your emerald eyes staring at me in a photograph…
Even though, I know, it's my fault. I was the one that ripped it apart.

I can't write without the taste of your luscious lips still imprinted in my mind.
Even though, I know, it's my fault. I was the one that pushed them away.

It's really cold in here, nowadays.
My bedroom never seems to warm up when you're not in it.
And the sun never seems to shine nearly as bright.

It's really lonely in here, nowadays.
The days just seem to drag by.
I miss you, you know…
You were always the light that drove my darkness away.
You made me write. Made me sing.
You made me happy…

I can't write without your emerald eyes staring at me in a photograph,
or without the taste of your luscious lips still imprinted in my mind.
Even though,
I know,
it's my fault…
I was the one that didn't love you when I had the chance.

I swear I could see the whole world through your eyes,
and it was beautiful.
I miss that…
I miss the passion you gave me,
all the truly heart-felt poetry I made just because you were there.
I miss how everything looked and sounded perfect.

Every time you came it was as if the skies themselves had caught on fire.
As if time just stopped and there was not a single living soul in the world but us.
And looking deep into those eyes,
I could see happiness.
I miss that…
How you made my heart beat faster and faster,
while we just danced along to the rhythm.

But from all of that, what I miss the most is you…

I can't write without your emerald eyes staring at me in a photograph,
or without the taste of your luscious lips still imprinted in my mind…