I scream. A lonely crown surrounding me,
but no one hears my struggle
to break free, free from
missing you.

The drumbeats of my heart
sends a heartache, only I can feel
all because . . .
I’m missing you.

‘My lips two blushing pilgrims’,
but my blushing, it shows on
the outside, when I’m caught
missing you.

Parted for a brief moment,
and I get lightheaded with a
feeling of desire, and . . .
I’m missing you.

Sweaty palms and racing heart.
Is this really true love?
It must be when the whole time I realize:
I’m missing you!