hey, baby, I miss that sweet smile on your face, I miss the way you run your hands up and down my back when you get nervous, and honestly, I just miss having you around at the end of the day. the first week, the first month of summer I saw you in my dreams every night, but now your image is beginning to slip away. it's not that I don't love you anymore, but it's that I can't seem to find your picture in my head. I miss the way your lips feel crashing down on me, the sweet taste of your tongue, I miss the way you hug me and make it feel like you're breaking every bone in my body, and I miss that sparkle in your eye when you're staring at me the way you sneak up behind me and make me jump almost every time, the feelings you bring when you've got your hands all over my body no matter how hard I try I can't do the things you do to me I lay down in bed, I think you're right there beside me, but then I turn around and you're not there, it's just my imagination playing tricks on me.
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Poésiea collection of songs/poems that i've written about life,boys,and other random things *not intended for the "innocent"
