Missing Her
I miss my baby
I miss her more
than i've ever missed anything
in my life before.
Call me crazy but i'm still buying little outfits,
knowing she won't be there to try them on.
I lay with her baby blanket and my heavy eyelids,
I go to sleep and imagine she isn't gone.
But i'm stuck here,
trying to cling to the sweet sound of her laughter.
I'm stuck here,
missing her.
