I miss you.
But you already know that.
I miss feeling your warmth next to me.
I miss waking up,
and being able to flip over,
and lay my head on your chest.
Feeling your ever slight breathing.
And your heart beat lulling me to sleep.
I miss the noises you make in your sleep,
when you toss and turn.
I miss waking up to you smiling back at me.
Damn,
I miss you more than I thought.
I sleep better when it's cold but damn,
maybe I was wrong.
A/n; sorry about not updating much lately my bad. Things have been rough family wise. I'm not gonna get into it. On another note, almost finished with this book :)))) thanks for all the support!
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PuisiA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
