And if someone asked me how much I miss you, & even though words cannot formulate how much my being aches for you I'd say:
"I think I miss him the way how the football field misses the knees of men, as they kneel in victory.
Think I miss him in the way how a child misses her mother's breast, as she has gotten too old for that now.
Think I miss him the way a mother misses the bulge in her belly, after she has given birth.
Think I miss him the way how the playground misses the children, because they're on summer break.
Think I miss him the way how a druggie misses the smell of *******
Think I miss him the way how a stripper misses the pole after work and the way how a ********** misses being penetrated.
Think I miss him the way how a mother miss her cold blooded, murdered son
Think I miss him the way how the sheet misses lovers after nights of *** only to find out they're lovers no more.
Think I miss him the way the trees miss leaves during fall
And the way how the ground misses the leaves during spring.
Think I miss him the way how the sky misses the moon during the day and the way how it misses the sun during the night.
Think I miss him the way how my lips misses his, and in the way how my finger misses his skin."
And if they ask when I miss you the most:
"I think realize I miss him when the most, when days get rough, and the days when forcing a smile just isn't enough."
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
And if someone asked me how much I miss you, & even though words cannot formulate how much my being aches for you I'd say:
"I think I miss him the way how the football field misses the knees of men, as they kneel in victory.
Think I miss him in the way how a child misses her mother's breast, as she has gotten too old for that now.
Think I miss him the way a mother misses the bulge in her belly, after she has given birth.
Think I miss him the way how the playground misses the children, because they're on summer break.
Think I miss him the way how a druggie misses the smell of *******
Think I miss him the way how a stripper misses the pole after work and the way how a ********** misses being penetrated.
Think I miss him the way how a mother miss her cold blooded, murdered son
Think I miss him the way how the sheet misses lovers after nights of *** only to find out they're lovers no more.
Think I miss him the way the trees miss leaves during fall
And the way how the ground misses the leaves during spring.
Think I miss him the way how the sky misses the moon during the day and the way how it misses the sun during the night.
Think I miss him the way how my lips misses his, and in the way how my finger misses his skin."
And if they ask when I miss you the most:
"I think realize I miss him when the most, when days get rough, and the days when forcing a smile just isn't enough."
