i miss the feeling of your fingertips
as they run down my spine
i miss the feeling of your lips
as they brush over mine
i miss the way your eyes
would tell me so much
i miss the way you'd get goosebumps
whenever our arms would brush
i miss you so much
it consumes all my time
i miss you so much
that you're making me rhyme
YOU ARE READING
words whispered in the wind
Poesia~~~~ these words I whisper to myself these words I whisper in the wind and hopefully, these words you will whisper out loud to yourself when you look at the clock and see that it's three am once again ~~~~ All rights reserved.
