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Monday, February 13
holding on to thin air.
I miss the hand I never held,
I miss the way it would've felt.
I miss the smile that never came,
I miss your laughter all the same.
I miss your eyes looking into mine,
I missed a heartbeat, that moment in time.
I miss the words I longed to hear,
I miss the silence whenever you're near.
I miss the agony of losing my breath,
I miss the heart you put to death.
I miss the hurt, the lies, the tears,
I miss the way you ignite my fears.
I miss sitting there watching you,
I miss wishing that was all I could do.
(but most of all I just missed writing sappy love poems, and hence this.)