We've had so many good times.
It was seventh grade when you left me.
It's been hard for me up here.
I wish that you had never left.
The day you left,
all I did was cry.
I want you to come back.
I want you to be here with me.
I've been dreaming about you.
They're not normal dreams.
They start out with you and me,
standing face to face just talking.
Then it turns into the nightmare that haunts me.
I want this to end.
I don't want my heart to hurt anymore.
I don't want to shed these tears of pain anymore.
I've always hoped that you'd come back.
I almost gave up on that hope/
But, one of my close friends told me,
to keep my hopes close to my heart,
and to have faith in those hopes.
So, here I am,
wishing for you to come back down here.
I miss you so much.