I still miss you
when it’s 3PM and I am in the middle of doing my paperworks.
I still miss you
even though we are just sitting right beside each other.
I still miss you
everytime I see you puff those sticks of cigarette.
I still miss you
when my soul keeps silence
of loud thoughts of you.
I still miss the danger and safety
you make me feel.
I still miss you,
and I guess I am still madly in love with you.
I still miss you,
even at 3PM.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC
I still miss you
when it’s 3PM and I am in the middle of doing my paperworks.
I still miss you
even though we are just sitting right beside each other.
I still miss you
everytime I see you puff those sticks of cigarette.
I still miss you
when my soul keeps silence
of loud thoughts of you.
I still miss the danger and safety
you make me feel.
I still miss you,
and I guess I am still madly in love with you.
I still miss you,
even at 3PM.
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