I still miss you,
I still wish to
Hear the sound of your voice
Other than this noise,
But I give it no choice
Yet it's not like it ends with this void,
As there’s hope to see you down the road.
We don't have to know
Where to go,
Time flies but distance is slow,
But I'll be ready to go,
Be it springtime or if Arizona snows.
Doesn't matter when
Or even how we've been,
It hasn’t been the same since,
Yet I don't want anything to change
If this part doesn’t stay the same-
It doesn't matter now, because I still love you the same.
YOU ARE READING
Last Year's Flowers
PoetryIn the third installment, Last Year's Flowers, MissReads19's poetry takes on a new shape through storytelling. Crafted from fragments of poems written through time, Last Year's Flowers takes the reader on a fictionalized journey of love from beginni...
