I Miss You Poem by Rosey Scouthethern

We kissed, We touched
A strong friendship
that now doesn't mean much

Since that day,
We have gone our own ways,
Our paths haven't crossed,
But it felt like Jack Frost
Had paid us a visit
I was nearly pushed over my limit

We have since walked on broken glass
I often find myself thinking of the past
I long to breath in the very
same air that you did,
I long to hold your hand, and
feel your warmth surge through me



I miss you, and I want our friendship back...