Literature
I Miss You
As he leans to kiss me,
I take his hand,
But its your face I see,
As if it was... planned?
But I am near tears,
As he runs his hands through my hair,
I tremble in fear...........
And I feel so scared.
I may love him,
But never as much as you,
I feel so.....grim?
Our love was real, true.
As I sleep next to him, I feel rue,
this thought was clear- I miss you.