Treasure Island

Savannah Allison

(August 21 1990)

Do you miss me?


Do you miss me?
Do you miss my face?
Though its not beautiful,
and holds no poetic grace,

Do you want to see my smile?
Do you want to touch my skin?
If i opened my heart to you,
would you break it again?

Do you dream of your lips touching mine?
And to hear me whisper your name?
What if i began to love you,
only to discover your playing
a game,

When you lie in bed at night,
do you ever think of my eyes,
And how they twinkle whenever
i smile, or jump back with suprise

Have you ever shed a tear
for what we had and lost?
have you even realized,
what your problems have caused?

Do you miss me?
Do you miss my face?
Though its not beautiful,
and it holds no poetic grace.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Edited: Monday, January 03, 2011

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