i watch him
disappear in the distance
and I don’t miss him that much
because I can still
taste him on my lips
and smell him on my sweater
knowing that in a week’s time
i’ll see him again
i’ll see him
i’ll see
i’ll
but when I can’t kiss his lips
and no longer smell him on my sweater
my not missing him
turns into me wanting to
see him
and yes
i’ll see him again
see him
see
se
s
6 comments:
I'm beginning to see a pattern here...
... all of these poems seem to be about the same person...
Me likey :)
Luv,
Mat
xox
You are right. They are all about the same person. But, how can you be so sure that they are about you? hhmmm... joking. :P
kisses and hugs,
melissa :)
You are right. They are all about the same person. But, how can you be so sure that they are about you? hhmmm... joking. :P
kisses and hugs,
melissa :)
haha... I pasted it twice!
P.S. I can't help that the poem is about the same person. He's very worthy and deserves having poems written about him.
P.S.S. I love you. ox :)
Whhhaat? New template?
Cool.
Mat
xox
hahaha the other template was getting boring. :P
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