I haven't seen you in weeks,
and though we've talked,
I still miss you.
I miss the way you always lit up the room,
brought a smile to my face,
made a smart comeback to my witty remark.
I miss the way you made me die laughing cause of your dry and sick sense of humor,
and when you look at me directly with those eyes.
Most of all,
I miss your presence of being next to me
and how you made me feel.
I don't know if they were butterflies, or who knows what.
You just made me feel good,
like you were a free soul.
Which, perhaps, you are.
You always have this positiveness about you
that always brings a smile to my face.
But how could i not smile when i'm around you?
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoesiaI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...