Missing It
I re-open the letter, Expecting to smell your scent. Now it's drifted... too far away. It doesn't smell how you used to smell. Now it just seems like paper, with a few wasted words. Morbid sentances from the past. Remembering how I let go. And now it seems like I want you back. but is it how I really feel? It's sad to say that I can remember everything you said to me. Give me the date, I'll give you the words. I feel obligated to not let these feelings go. Jealousy will still stir. Your kiss, still fresh on my lips. I will still save these letters. The way we were together, was only thought about when we were apart. Miles away in the distance of a broken heart. Do you think of me as much as I think of you? Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 01:25 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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