I miss you so much
that it hurts to touch
my bones, my heart.
I'm an unfinished piece of art
and you, you're the colour that's missing.
God I miss the times we were kissing
under the starry sky on a moonlit night,
when you said that you love me, and it felt right
to be there by your side, that place that time.
And here and now, I can just make words rhyme
about what we were, what we could be
if you were here with me, and I think you should be.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
I miss you so much
that it hurts to touch
my bones, my heart.
I'm an unfinished piece of art
and you, you're the colour that's missing.
God I miss the times we were kissing
under the starry sky on a moonlit night,
when you said that you love me, and it felt right
to be there by your side, that place that time.
And here and now, I can just make words rhyme
about what we were, what we could be
if you were here with me, and I think you should be.
Saudade comes from Portuguese, and describes an intense, melancholic longing for a person or a place that is now lost.
