it's funny how we only miss things
when they're gone
and right now
I miss you
I miss the things
that make me think of you
the hot sun
light tans
ocean waves crashing against the sea wall
everything that makes me happy
is gone
and is missing
as you sit in your divine beach house
I lay in my cold room
wishing I could see you
and wishing I could experience
what happened in the past,
one. last. time.
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summertime galore | ✔
Poetrya collection of poems, focusing on the nostalgic time of summer, finding love, and embracing it.
