10 pm

i miss your eyes, your smile
and the feel of your hair in my hands
i miss your perfume in the elevator at 3am
i miss the way you smoke that awful cigarette
and having you beside me sleeping in my bed
even words are too small and feelings too big
i miss telling you that
you're mine
till the end of time.

1 comentário:

Simone disse...

i miss it too, miss it so much...