I Miss

by Jessyka   Jun 13, 2011


Tears in my eyes,
Blood on my wrists,
Thinking of all the things,
That I really miss.

I miss the way he held me tight,
Like he was scared to let go,
I miss the way he would lay me down,
And gently kiss my nose.

I miss the way he'd run at me,
When we hadn't seen each other for a while,
Pick me up and hug me,
With the biggest smile.

I miss the way he made me laugh,
When I was feeling down,
Do something silly or tell some jokes,
Till my smile came back around.

I miss the way he said things,
When he whispered in my ear,
All those sweet little things,
Which I hold with me so dear.

What I miss the most I guess,
Is when we were together,
And all the times he promised me,
His love would last forever.

Everything that happened,
I hold within my heart,
I'll keep it there forever,
Until the day comes for afterlife to start.

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