Do you miss the old days?
When we'd talk till three?
We used to crack jokes and have fun.
Well, it's probably just me.
(I miss the way you'd smile.
I miss the way your eyes glowed.
I miss your sweet laugh.
I miss how our conversations used to flow.)
Do you miss how we'd hug?
When we'd meet after school?
We'd talk about our day and smile.
It's probably just me; a fool.
(That hug would have so much warmth,
I felt I'd never go cold.
It felt as if I was at home,
If only your hand I'd hold.)
It's probably just me,
Who reminisces the past,
Alas, I think about it again today.
It's most definitely not the last.
(You've changed. I've changed.
I guess that's how it's supposed to be.
But don't you wish, those days would come back?
I guess, it's probably just me.)
-TheHopeOfDusk
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Inked Musings
PoetryA collection of poems I've written over the years. I hope they reach another soul and give them the comfort they've needed for a long time :)
