Missing you is harder than I thought
Your smile, your laugh, your bad jokes
You make fun of me, and I get mad
You buy me food and make me laugh
When you missed the bus to get a hair cut
I told you it was aweful, but I liked it
You were always beside me
And asked me how I felt
But I never told you the truth
I never told you the truth
Because I was scared I'd never see you again
I never thought not telling the truth was as bad as telling it
I never want to leave your side
I want to see you every day
I never thought I'd lose you
But I did...
And it was too late
YOU ARE READING
Letters to them
PoetryJust a few poems and some short stories I wrote when I couldn't sleep