The beauty of your eyes a light brown.
They always melted my heart just like a candle burning.
I miss you like a cat misses it's favorite box after it's been throw out.
My body aches for you no matter if it's 3am or two in the afternoon.
It aches the way you crave for that last brownie in the fridge that you've thought about all day.
My lips quiver whenever I see you wanting to so badly pull you to me and kiss your lips softly like we used to.
My eyes they stream water upon my porcelain cheeks when I think back to the times when I was to stupid to realize that you were lying.
The beauty of your eyes that dark brown it no longer makes me melt the way a candle burns.
I still miss you like a cat misses their favorite box someone threw away.
My body still aches for your touch but not for who you are now , for the one you were before.
My lips no longer quiver for yours.
My eyes no longer stain my porcelain cheeks.
I'm just empty.
I no longer need you even though my heart still aches for you.
~E.M.C
A note from the poet:
Today is November 25, 2015 so that means tomorrow is thanksgiving so I probably won't post to much since I'll be busy but I'll do what I can! Stay strong! Love, Emily aka dejectedpoetry
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