I miss you.
Everyday your the first and only thing on my mind.
I remember every small thing we would do.
Like how I laid on your chest and heard the beating of your heart,
While we shared our thoughts,
Because the Mary Jane let us.
But, I wondered why,
No matter how hard I tried or how many hits I would take,
I never got to tell you.
"I love you."
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry of a Soul Who Doesn't Know Where They Quite Belong
شِعرAs you read this, i ask that you read this. Don't skim through it, but take a second and read it. To my dear readers, Thank you for reading this poetry book. It means something, no it means everything. Please let me know if you wish for more, Beca...
