I miss the way we used to be
those days that there's only you and me.
Days that we used to laugh and cry
to the stupid things we do.
I miss the way you look at me
those beautiful eyes that saw through me.
Those eyes that were only fixated to me
who truly knows the real me.
I miss your love
that boundless fire that embraces me
that even the coldest hands cannot douse
the burn that I will firmly grasp.
And most of all I miss you
like the flower that misses the sun
like the trees that misses the rain
like a leaf waiting for the wind to blow it where
it wants to be.
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