my beautiful angel
I'd give you the world
nothing in return
all for you
not a day goes by
that I don't think of you
after all this time
my love still grows
baby
not a day goes by
I am amazed
how our hearts collided
and created this image
this beauty
that is so unique
only we can see
my first hour that I was away
I already missed you more than I did anything else
just imagine now
how these feelings are
my beautiful girl
I constantly think of you

I missed you,
Maybe I don't show it but I do.
Yes, it's another wasted hours,
wasted day, and wasted night.
Of a wasted person you used to talk
every hour, every day, 'till midnight.

I just didn't say anything but
It was hurt the whole time without you.

I wish I could write something beautiful
just for you
but my life is so horrible
because you arent here

this plays in to my words
because there is no beauty in me
I cant see the light
I am surrounded by night

everywhere I look
there are people
yet I am so lonely

I can hear the voices
but they're not for me

I am in a cold, desolate land
but its so scalding

my only joy
comes from seeing your face
and hearing your voice
all a distant memory

Loving you can hurt a little while,
but you have become my happiness—
my biggest smile.

Missing you is like a burning flame.
I can be merry and weary every time I say your name.

You may be far, out of my reach, a heart that I cannot claim.
Always know that my love is real, it can wait, I will still love you the same.

and when I miss you, I look at the Sun.
He reminds me so much of you.

You are my little sunshine, the sunbeam that tickles my cheek.

The blazing heat that warms my racing heartbeat.

The love that I tried to confess.

The secret in between my poetry.

Your “I miss you” were drowned deep to wine & beer.
My ears were drunk with all the words that poured in, it was intoxicating to hear.

I want to hear you speak,
Your voice is my favorite kind of sound that my heart wants to keep.

I can imagine how charming you are when you say those words like, “I miss you” and “Good night”.
It’s my only weakness that I cannot fight.

I hope that alcohol won’t wash away your memory. If it does, you know that I will still take the things that has been washed away.

It will become an unspoken treasure to me.