Hi
How are you?
I miss you
I'm waiting for you

Come here, let me hug you
Let me kiss your pain away
Don't cry, please
You're not alone, I'm here for you

Hey
Smile, you!
You're the brightest when you smile
You should try to smile more often, promise me?

I miss how hold my hand
I miss how you kiss my lips, take my breath away
I miss the pecks on my forehead
I miss your warm hugs

Hey
I miss you
I still love you
But you'll never know

Because all these words are just

- things I wish I could tell you

I'd rather be kissed on my lips
than on my forehead
When you kiss my lips,
you only kiss the physical part of me
But if you kiss my forehead,
you kiss my soul aswell
and it's kind of addictive

But uh-oh
You kissed my forehead more than once
Now, *how can I forget you?

Psychologists say
writing poetry help to heal broken heart
Therefore I write

I prove them wrong

Because the more I write
the more I am reminded of you
and it breaks my heart
into dust

All the boys that once lived in my heart,
they made bruises
and bruises gone
But you
made a wound
and wound however
leave scar

My mother told me
that drugs and alcohol
are dangerous and lethal
I must avoid them

But she never told me that
a bad guy dressed in suit
and act like a gentleman
is another lethal thing
I can't avoid *him

Because of you,
I write
And if only you knew
You're there
In every piece of the poems
I write

Six words about you
aren't enough