August flew past
I can imagine how different you are now
It seems like years ago
last time I saw you
but it´s been a month
or maybe two,
but do I really miss you?
I mean, I do.
I miss your hands,
I miss your touch,
I miss your lips,
I miss your words.
And I miss them,
because they´re gone.
And must I remember
that you swore
nothing would change
nothing would fade
You would always be there
but as it always happens,
you are now gone.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
August flew past
I can imagine how different you are now
It seems like years ago
last time I saw you
but it´s been a month
or maybe two,
but do I really miss you?
I mean, I do.
I miss your hands,
I miss your touch,
I miss your lips,
I miss your words.
And I miss them,
because they´re gone.
And must I remember
that you swore
nothing would change
nothing would fade
You would always be there
but as it always happens,
you are now gone.
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