Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Rain is falling.

I miss the smell of your skin,
I miss the touch of your hair,
I miss your silly little smirk,
I miss it when you make me laugh,
I miss being in your arms.


Each time I move on and be happy with my own life,
You happen to pop up again and make my life miserable.
Well, that wouldn't be such a bad thing after all,
I like being miserable when you're there. (:

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