Imagining You

I can feel your touch,
the sweet embraces,
and the beating of your heart.

you're not reaLly there
it's simply a ghOstly imprint
haunting me while we're liVing
apart, alone, singly, separeatEly

You're back home.
schOol has me here
jUst waiting to see you again.

Fun with Picnik. I get bored.