i miss your freckled cheeks and your wise words
i miss your loud laugh and big heart
i miss texting you and seeing you everyday
i can still feel you running your fingers through my hair
your laugh still echoes through the house, the ghost of our memories haunts me
sunday nights don't feel the same anymore
your smiling face sits at my bedside, taunting me. it reminds me of what I once had
listening to the radio is hard, every song seemed to be your favorite
i still go to bed hoping that it's a fucked up dream you're gone
the ping on my phone excites me because I think it's you
why'd you have to go? i miss you
YOU ARE READING
thoughts
Poetry"sticks and stones may break my bones but my thoughts will fucking kill me." welcome to the mind of a girl who has a lot to say but doesn't. *bare with me, the few parts aren't the best. it gets better, I promise :)* *genuinely just need an open sp...
