I still think of you
or at least, the idea of you
when I hear that song
the one I used to dream to
about the thought of us two
when I see the sky that shade of blue
the one you said you loved looking up to
I think of you.
I miss you.
I'm happier now than I ever was with you
but some days
late at night
I look up to the stars
and I miss you
I don't think I'll ever stop loving you.
YOU ARE READING
butterfly kisses and sorrow misses
Poetryi don't know yet i just need to put these things that are in my head onto paper or i might lose my mind have i already lost it? poems I wrote as the clouds were brewing.
