I don't know, how is it I miss.
Those arms,
Which I didn't even hold.
Those lips,
I'm yet to kiss.
Those eyes,
Which didn't even meet mine.
Those words,
Which are not yet told.
A song,
Which is not yet sung
That soul,
Which I don't even own.
YOU ARE READING
P.s I'm A Writing Dead.
PoesiaPoems,one liners and quotes all written by myself. Give it a read if you want to wet your eyes. #66 in poetry(14-04-2016)
