typing out my soul | poetry book

I Miss You

If I am the storm, 

You are the calm. 

If I am the clouds,

Then you are the sun. 

 If I am the exhaustion, 

You are the rest. 

If I am the pain, 

Then you are the mend. 

 If I am the words, 

You are the picture. 

If I am the cake, 

Then you are the mixture. 

 Without you, 

 I will be incomplete. 

For as I miss you, 

You will be missing from me.