I miss you
More than i expect i would.
Each day i pray that you
Will call or write,and
When i do hear your voice
Or see your familiar handwriting
I am again alive
The way i was before you left
I never thought I'd be so lost,not knowing what to do with myself,
Who to call at night,
Who to make weekend plans with.
I miss your shy eyes and constant blush
The way someone misses shelter
When caught in a storm.
YOU ARE READING
Contemplation
PoetryPutting the thoughts in my head into writing...have fun reading the short ,fun,emotional poems.
