I know I’m not supposed to be waiting.
I don’t need you. I don’t.
I miss.
I miss the feeling
Of softly leaning on your shoulder
I miss your smell
Within my sheets
I miss the warmth
Of you all around me
And your fingers
Running my skin
I miss your eyes
Leaning on me
Reading the sparkle
That makes me pretty
I miss our nights
I miss our mornings
I miss our lives
I miss our dreams
Sharing smiling eyes
Bursting into laughter
Lose all disguise
True together
I think about you
Through everyone of my heartbreaks
I miss you the most
At my highest happiness
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 5:55 AM UTC
I know I’m not supposed to be waiting.
I don’t need you. I don’t.
I miss.
I miss the feeling
Of softly leaning on your shoulder
I miss your smell
Within my sheets
I miss the warmth
Of you all around me
And your fingers
Running my skin
I miss your eyes
Leaning on me
Reading the sparkle
That makes me pretty
I miss our nights
I miss our mornings
I miss our lives
I miss our dreams
Sharing smiling eyes
Bursting into laughter
Lose all disguise
True together
I think about you
Through everyone of my heartbreaks
I miss you the most
At my highest happiness
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