It's funny how
When you're away
I miss you.
And that hurts.
I want to
Tell you more
About how I feel
Yet the words don't come forth.
I still hope that someday
We can meet, but sometimes
I feel as if that's just
Some sort of fantasy.
Yet somehow, I know in my heart
We'll be together, but is it just
Something I want or desire?
Or could it be something more?
You're a strong person, you know?
Just hearing everything you've been through
It makes me shake with anger
But at the same time, I'm hopeful for where you'll end up.
I love you, darling.
And sometimes I feel as if I can't convey that enough
In a simple message.
Am I doing something wrong?
I just can't wait until the day
We talk about stupid jokes and laugh
And then share kisses
Beginning to explore deeper places.
It's funny how whenever I write
One of these I wonder to myself:
"Will it reach her?"
It's funny because I already know the answer.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
It's funny how
When you're away
I miss you.
And that hurts.
I want to
Tell you more
About how I feel
Yet the words don't come forth.
I still hope that someday
We can meet, but sometimes
I feel as if that's just
Some sort of fantasy.
Yet somehow, I know in my heart
We'll be together, but is it just
Something I want or desire?
Or could it be something more?
You're a strong person, you know?
Just hearing everything you've been through
It makes me shake with anger
But at the same time, I'm hopeful for where you'll end up.
I love you, darling.
And sometimes I feel as if I can't convey that enough
In a simple message.
Am I doing something wrong?
I just can't wait until the day
We talk about stupid jokes and laugh
And then share kisses
Beginning to explore deeper places.
It's funny how whenever I write
One of these I wonder to myself:
"Will it reach her?"
It's funny because I already know the answer.
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