Just finished this. The beach makes me feel and remember things I wish I had forgotten. Missing Piece And with each passing day I miss your structured face, Steamy eyes, And your subtle grace. And with each summer breeze I miss the way your hand feels And the way you used to let me trace your palms. How you used to stare at me For just a little too long. Missing you is constant now. I always wish you were here. When I miss kissing your cheek And whispering in your ear. Nothing is the same. Not anymore I wished for one thing, Just being yours.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 05:31:25 +0000
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