PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Do you even still think of me?

didn't you once or twice say you love me?

can you even mean it when you say you miss me?

three questions, now i want you here with me,

instead of as a smile in a picture on my phone,

i look at whenever i need to escape my dome,

didn't you once feel the spark when you kissed me?

i don't want you as a smile in a picture, i want you here with me,

you took me out of the slump known as Stacey,

the second we made love and you moaned baby,

still drives me crazy, don't be immaturely absurd,

it's not the sex i remember, it's the words,

i can never stop thinking of you,

i wonder if that means i love you,

i miss you and wish you truly missed me,

cause i don''t want your words in a text, i want you here with me.