Turn back,
Look back,
Take back,
Some more,
Done that,
Done this,
Taken it,
All before,
You were all there,
You would all care,
But somehow,
I do not know how,
You drifted away,
And now day after day,
How can I say,
I miss you in every way
I miss the warmth in,
Every hug we were sharin',
The smile on your face,
When we found the perfect place,
To tun around and be free,
In the world we made to be,
Our reality,
I wait for the "missing you to be seen,
To finally flare up on my screen,
If it's not there,
I pretend to not care,
About any of this,
And if it is,
My reply is not true
Because its not you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by Becca
PoetryJust a collection of deep and meaningful poems I have written, ranging from now to bad when I was probably 10.
