I Miss You
I miss the way you used to hold my hand, I your heart.
I miss you so much now that we're apart.
I miss your touch, your warm embrace.
I miss your eyes, your face.
I miss the way you'd look at me.
I miss the time that used to be.
I miss your smile, I miss holding hands.
I miss you knowing, I wish you'd understand.
I miss knowing where you are.
I miss being happy, I miss feeling warm.
I miss being held in your open arms.
But when you decided to break my heart.
Now I know, I must have missed that part.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (I Miss You by Sarah Stopka )
- Without a Knife You Can Kill, Toshie Nohara
- Always under a shadow, SALINI NAIR
- My Savior, Bree Balzly
- Fight for Closure, Bree Balzly
- Pictures Of Interior Mysteries, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- Period Of Grace And Music, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- Love Becoming Pictures, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- Blessed September, Shqipe Prence
- Reasonable truth, Kiran Prasad
- Lost Soul In The Hidden Wild, Electric Lady
Poem of the Day
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
George Gordon Byron
(22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)