When I say I miss you,
it's not just that I want to see you.
I spoke with you face to face tonight,
but I still miss you.
I miss you like 2am misses the sunlight,
like the warm beach misses snowflakes,
like a fish misses the hillside,
as a poet misses the words he couldn't find.
I want to write you down,
for each part of our lives to rhyme,
I want to be yours and you, mine,
but you're the poem trapped in my mind.
~ Matthew Walker ~
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
When I say I miss you,
it's not just that I want to see you.
I spoke with you face to face tonight,
but I still miss you.
I miss you like 2am misses the sunlight,
like the warm beach misses snowflakes,
like a fish misses the hillside,
as a poet misses the words he couldn't find.
I want to write you down,
for each part of our lives to rhyme,
I want to be yours and you, mine,
but you're the poem trapped in my mind.
~ Matthew Walker ~
10/22/14
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