I miss you
With waves that are too scared
To kiss the shore
On days where even the sun
Has second thoughts about waking up.
You were a Summer haze
And a winter's storm the night
Before Christmas.
You were the beat of every drum
And the harmony to every melody,
but I was always half a step behind.
I loved you
With hands that shook right before
The picture.
I could never capture the moment.
Now all that is left of you
Is a blur from when I was happiest.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
I miss you
With waves that are too scared
To kiss the shore
On days where even the sun
Has second thoughts about waking up.
You were a Summer haze
And a winter's storm the night
Before Christmas.
You were the beat of every drum
And the harmony to every melody,
but I was always half a step behind.
I loved you
With hands that shook right before
The picture.
I could never capture the moment.
Now all that is left of you
Is a blur from when I was happiest.
