miss you nights
miss you days
miss you and
i don't realise
i don't realise
what i miss
miss you rains,
like your precious tears;
like your precious tears;
miss you windy nights,
and the scent of your hair;
and the scent of your hair;
miss you crimson mornings,
when i woke up to your whispers;
when i woke up to your whispers;
miss you culverts,
like the support of your hands;
like the support of your hands;
miss you stars like your earrings;
miss you words,
like the joy of your laugh;
like the joy of your laugh;
miss you those walks,
like the echo of our footstep
like the echo of our footstep
miss u
like i miss u
and the longing that could only be an example to its own self ... beautiful!
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