Oct 18, 2003 17:34
Miss/Used
I miss the way you used to stare at me, it would make me turn away
I miss the way you used to brush my hair to keep it from my face.
I miss the way you used to make me smile by just the thought of your name
I miss the way you held me tight, I miss your sweet embrace.
I miss the way you used to hold me, I felt like you were real
I miss the sound of your voice, the long conversations were surreal.
I miss the way I used to drive you mad, I was always on your
mind
I miss the way you had me, my soul my body and mind.
I miss that I'm not anything to you, anything at all,
I miss that I was once part of your life, but now you don't even call.
I miss the idea of you thinking of me every second of the day,
I miss the thought of you being mine, what else is there for me to say.
I miss you getting all embarrassed when some emotions would come up,
I miss how you would turn bright red, and always telling me to shut up.
I miss you telling me that you hated me, because you felt like a little kid
I miss thinking about you all the time, because that's all I ever did.
Most of all, I miss you