And with each passing day
I miss your structured face,
Steamy eyes,
And your subtle grace.
And with each summer breeze
I miss the way your hand feels
And the way you used to let me trace your palms.
How you used to stare at me
For just a little too long.
Missing you is constant now.
I always wish you were here.
When I miss kissing your cheek
And whispering in your ear.
Nothing is the same.
Not anymore
I wished for one thing,
Just being yours.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
And with each passing day
I miss your structured face,
Steamy eyes,
And your subtle grace.
And with each summer breeze
I miss the way your hand feels
And the way you used to let me trace your palms.
How you used to stare at me
For just a little too long.
Missing you is constant now.
I always wish you were here.
When I miss kissing your cheek
And whispering in your ear.
Nothing is the same.
Not anymore
I wished for one thing,
Just being yours.
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