It's not just you I miss,
It's our memories,
When we wanted to be together,alone and absolute free,
Be together and all our moments freeze.
It's not just you I miss,
It's the times we had,
Your helping when I had it bad,
The way you'd make me laugh but too deadly sad.
It's not just you I miss,
It's the laughs and smiles we shared,
Our stupidness us both would bare,
Our secretive glances and loving stares.
It's not just you I miss,
It's our late night talks,
Those rainy walks,
You the key and me the lock.
It's not just you I miss,
Its the twinkle in your eyes,
All the " I'm Fine" lies,
The hellos and saddest goodbyes.
It's not just you I miss,
It's your stupid and warm smile,
The way we felt after not seeing each other for a while,
I, an incomplete puzzle, and you the missing tile.
It's not just you I miss,
It's what makes you tick,
Your jokes that make me sick,
Over each other no one else we'd pick.
It's not just you I miss,
It's our deep-talk nights,
How we'd cuddle and hold on tight,
The way we got through without a single fight.
It's not just you I miss,
It's our silly banter,
Just seeing each other smile was all that would matter,
You didn't care if I got any fatter.
We've become so formal,
This isn't normal,
Now suddenly we're drifting apart,
You're moving on without my aching heart,
Is it just me? Do you too miss our start?
My heart the bullseye, you're playing a game of darts.
You said you'd always be there,
Now I'm looking around, can't see you, where?
You're my anchor in this crazy world,
But you're letting me drown in this spinning hurl.
The saddest thing is you don't realize,
It's you I'm talking about, our strong ties.
You're sitting behind the screen or paper reading this,
But can't you see it's you and I, that I miss.
So close we are and yet so far,
You're my sun, and now I'm just another star.
I may not be your first, but I intend to be your last,
But I've come to realize, you haven't moved on from the girl in your past.
I looked behind,to see if you had my back, but you were gone,
So I looked ahead and saw you had already moved on.
My life without you is boring and bland,
I want you to know I'm not fine, without scars on my hand.
Yes I'm talking to you and how we used to be,
You told me to "Shut Up" and I said Make Me.
- Aastha Mehta
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A.N. The song in the side is Photograph- Ed Sheeran,
It's REALLY close to my heart, hope you like it tooo.
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