I miss the sound of your voice , close to my ear
verbal poetic *******, whose timbre
like pen stokes ink into my skin

I miss the feel of your lips, to taste your soul
when we kiss and worship before your tongue
leaving praise upon your lips

I miss your scent on our pillows
like a memory on which I drift
to lull me back to peaceful sleep

And the heat of the space where you slept,
in which i curl like a cat on a window sill
lazy, content.

/kənˈtɛntm(ə)nt/

noun

The moment that
he holds her in
his arms

-HIY

She prefers coffee than tea
romance over action
the window seat whenever she travels
ballads than punk rock
a hopeless romantic
for cliche scenes
roses and daisies are
the favourite among all
she loves all that
yet she'll love you more
than a character in the book she reads
she'll do whatever it is to make you happy
regardless the good days or the bads
you can always count on her to be there
she makes you dizzy
she makes you think
she makes you go crazy
but you go crazier if you don't get to see her
even for a day
because you love her
you have fallen for her
the way she talks
the way she smiles
laugh
rambles on about current dramas
and gets excited everytime
her favourite artists comes out with a new single
you love her quirks
her silliness
how good of a heart she possesses
and how far she would go for the people she loves
she sees the good in people
even when they have done her wrong
she forgives because she believes in change
but she breaks
she doesn't realize that she's just human
that she has feelings
that she can't fix everybody and everything
because that is life
people step on you and make use of your goodness
so you protect her
with all you got
even if it hurts her
you protect her heart
because you love her
because it's your responsibility
to keep her happy
and protect her from the bad

J.G.S