I miss you.
For some stupid reason, I miss you.
You left soft words in my head that I can't seem to get rid of.
I still feel your warmth on my skin... God how I miss it.
I miss your lips on mine... how they left me breathless.
I don't miss the arguments, the countless arguments.
I don't miss the people, the people that you call "friends".
I don't miss your words, the words that rung my skull for days.
But for some reason, I still miss you...
YOU ARE READING
Can't you see I'm Hurting Inside?
PoesíaDo you know what it's like to be laughed at and told you're worthless? To feel so much pain that it affects your lifestyle and the way you act towards the people you Iove? I've been on one hell of a ride and can't find a way off...
