I miss how you stare at me after our fight,
I miss how you whispher sweet nothings just to make me smile,
I miss how your hand draw beautiful art,
I miss how you lips touches mine.
These thoughts of yours had made me insane,
For thinking that you're still here breathing.
If only I can shout your name,
And whisper I love you and Happy Birthday My Man.*
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC
I miss how you stare at me after our fight,
I miss how you whispher sweet nothings just to make me smile,
I miss how your hand draw beautiful art,
I miss how you lips touches mine.
These thoughts of yours had made me insane,
For thinking that you're still here breathing.
If only I can shout your name,
And whisper I love you and Happy Birthday My Man.*
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