I miss his touch and the way he looked at me
I miss his hugs and those long moments he'd hold me
I miss the affection and the way he adored me
I miss that sudden smile and the way he would laugh right after
I miss the attention and how he would dress me
I miss his good morning kisses after a long night
I just miss a man and it's sad because I don't miss him, I just miss what he did.
He was my first and only one and I'd do it again.
He made me feel loved even when I didn't love him back
I had to let him go for my sake and his because my mind and soul wouldn't love this stranger as he loved me.
Now he's just a memory I admire and yarn to visit again with another
Thank you for being so kind to me, I loved the feelings that you aquired.
- What I miss from him
J.E.S
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Emotional Machine
ПоэзияA woman who is living in her parents house and working full time has no idea what she is doing. Her life continues only in her day dream and how she tries to learn who she is and where she wants to be. Most of this book is filled with Poetry made by...
