I miss your scent,
The smell that makes me run after you.
I miss your crooked smile,
The smile that send chills into my spine and blood into my cheeks.
I miss your expressive eyes,
The stares and looks that drown me with thoughts.
I miss your naked words,
Words that don't know what euphemism is yet calm the hell in me.
I miss your soothing voice,
The sound that puts peace in my mind and lulls me to sleep.
It's the old you that I miss.
It's the old you that I want.
But how can you miss me when you can't even remember me?
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Inspired by summerdaisies' Oblivion
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Rainbow Sky ( A Collection )
PoetryDrabbles and poems of thoughts of people living under the rainbow sky. (c) PurpleMindedGirl