I miss you.
I miss your touch.
I miss your voice.
I miss your eyes.
I miss you.
I miss the way you hold me.
I miss the way you say my name.
I miss the way you stare at me.
I miss you.
Even when you sit beside me, I miss you.
I miss you and I crave for your presence.
Even when you're around, I miss you.
I miss the way you talk to me.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpt from A Book He'll Never Know It Exists
Poetryhere I scribe the words I couldn't tell, for I am coward and tongue tied when I am faced to you. this I write when I feel and missed your love longing and lingering every time my heart beats. To G, who keeps me going and making my works beautiful. D...
