I'd be lying if I said,
I don't miss the way you held me.
The way we felt.The way your touch made me,
Someone I never was.
Your words spoke,
Languages I never could let go.The scent of your skin,
The warmth of your smile.
Made worries go by..
Like a silly butterfly.I'd be lying if I said,
I don't miss the way you loved me,
Kisses left unsaid..-Naman
YOU ARE READING
Me..
PoetryAll the things I want to say, but never could are in this book. This isn't for attention or sympathy from anyone. It's just me putting down my thoughts to get rid of 'em. Thank you.