I miss how you would sometimes,
Sing me some sweet songs,
As we lay on our bed,
Holding each other.
So many memories that bed holds,
Us watching t.v series,
Cracking lame jokes and such.
I miss laying next to you,
Telling you how my day has been.
I miss complaining.
I miss staring in those deep dark eyes,
And wondering what thoughts they held.
Everytime you gave me a bear hug,
I loved how it felt.
I miss you sorting out my silly problems.
I miss having all your attention.
I miss your kisses,
I miss your presence.
I miss running my fingers through
your long silky hair.
I even miss you being unfair.
I miss your cooking,
And the goodies you would bake.
I even miss the moments
when you would tease me.
And the lame jokes you would make.
I miss laughing with you.
I miss the tatse of those
old memories.
I even miss you scolding me.
So hold me closer.
Because I need all that
you always give.
I need you to be here.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poetry* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
