gardenia in the mist ©
I'm going out of my mind here
climbing the walls in such pain My Dear,
the me that you called your pooh
is not the same me you're used to.
I don't live i'm like smoke i just exist
and then i'm gone just like the mist,
to enjoy(anything)i forgot how
i even forgot i'm supposted to smile.
Without you to touch i'm nobody
to matter at all i lost that ability,
your arms around me were....
as solid as a rock
now in my dreams i'll have to....
put more stock.
You had me at hi there
i was in paradise with....
that smile most rare,
your little island gardenia with you....
i could really blossom
now i just wither away like a flower....
the rain somehow missed in the garden.
Island Gardenia has significance....
it was the 1st cologne
that he gave me it found a home,
now paradise lost and....
gardenias make me cry
cause my island is in the sky!
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Sally
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