If tomorrow comes, I will be on my own.
No more constant whining about the dishes in the sink.
No more jumping early hours of the morning in a futile effort to loose weight.
No more annoying sounds when you eat like for goodness sake "close your damn mouth when you eat!"
No more mismatched socks on your legs cause you love how cute they look together.
No more playing of sad songs cos you are hurt.
No more surprise gifts on my dresser or in my purse.
Oh! I love how you make me feel.
No more waiting for you to come home every night.
No more arguments about whose soccer team rules (Manchester United of course).
No more games to settle old score (good times).
No more tickling me till I laugh my guts out cos I was crying about my favorite character dying in a movie (e.g Elijah Mikaelson).
No more "je t'aime ma meilleure " after every arguments.
No more of you.
No more of us.
When tomorrow comes, I will be on my own.
I'm going to miss you while you're gone.
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Love and it's relatives
PuisiIt centers on love and everything that comes with it. A book of poems that highlights the different ways love affects a person. I love Love and it wouldn't be fair if I don't give out the love I receive on a daily from God to others. These words ar...
