I miss holding your hand
Our fingers intertwined
Fitting perfectly with mine
I miss sitting with you
staring into your soul, swimming in your eyes
Breaking down my walls of lies
I miss feeling you next to me
Always safe and secure
Our love was just so pure
I miss hearing your voice
Talking for hours all day
Not needing anything to say
I miss sharing my life with you
That feeling when the world dissolves
When I'm with you my love evolves
I miss at night laying down with you
Stress and fears melt away
Opening our hearts for happiness and love to stay
I miss your finger twitching
As you fall asleep in bed
Against my shoulder resting your head
I miss the way your faces shines
When you laugh and smile
Every time you see me you grin a mile
I miss the way you laugh
Contagious and uncontrollable
At the jokes I make, just so lovable
Most of all I miss knowing
That each day my life becomes more complete
Because it's you I come home to see.
the worst part of missing you
the worst part of missing you did not mention is that it doesn't bring them back. but i like the poem. it i sincere and portrays a sad feeling of letting another know their presence was worth something to another.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "