I have missed you-
the way you scribbled down borrowed lines and quotes from Shakespeare.
I have missed you-
the way you open up your heart to me, like I had been your confidant all your life.
I have missed you-
the way you paint the colors around me with your laughter.
I have missed you-
and I feel the lonely emptiness consume me, as the pictures become clearer, and I am face with nothing but an illusion of what you were.
YOU ARE READING
TEARDROPS
PoetryJust Words. Random words that cut you deep. This is my world- and I'm a broken piece of artwork.
