Art | poems [Book 1]

90.

I miss him like the snow in the winter. I miss him like the stars late at night.
I miss him like the sun hiding behind those clouds.
I miss him like the moon hiding in earths shadow.
I can't forget him him like the rain clashing onto the ground.
I will remember just like we remember how we first met. 

~author note~

Idk what I'm writing....