I miss you.
I miss the way you smell.
I miss your sleepy high eyes and the way you look at me..
I miss the way you sleep,
On your back and still until your body decides "let me twitch and jerk to make sure you feel like your heart has jumped out of your skin"...
I miss the way you look when you're caught off guard.
I miss how you take a smoke break every hour or so just because you want to.
I miss the way you call me yours.
I miss the fact that when we sleep,
I'm right against you and you don't pull away.
I miss waking up next to you in the morning and seeing you sleeping like the rock you are to me.
I miss the way you are when you first wake up and you turn to me... and smile..
There's no way you remember in that moment you wake up that I'm there but the first thing you do when you see me..is smile...
I miss you..
YOU ARE READING
The Story
Poetry"The Story" is not about anything in particular. It is about many things ,but put into one book. This book in particular (like many more to come) is put together by poetry. (These are all wrote by me.) There are some that are straight to the point...
