What I Miss Poem by brads brads

There are no more tears, for me to shed,
As I lie here, in this empty bed,
Lonely thoughts up here, in my head,
Being on my own, is what I dread,

An empty space, all around,
A ticking clock, is the only sound,
Distant memories, spinning round,
Rationality, Can not be found

No-one here, to communicate,
To visualize in this, empty space,
The unwanted feeling, when im alone,
My heart and soul, is turning to stone,

The things you miss, are always there,
The touch and smell, of silky hair,
The smoothness of skin, against your face,
The gentle touch, when you embrace,

To caress a body, in a gentle way,
The tender lips, you wish would stay,
Sparkling eyes, like the stars,
Looking in to them, make you mesmerised,

The cent of fragrance, that you wear,
Sends my mind, into a stir,
A gentle breath, up on your skin,
Makes you feel, wanted, from within,

To dream about, someone to love,
To feel wanted, feels so good,
To wish for the feeling, to fall in love,
To hold someone close, you think the world of,

Your body embraced, like ying and yang,
The warmth between, sun and sand,
A tender kiss, upon your lips,
To be held close, by a strong grip,

To be in Love, is painfully missed,
When emptiness, does exist,
A welcoming Smile, on your face,
Warms the heart, in the right place,

To be thought about, is a dream,
Makes you feel like, your supreme,
These are the things that I do miss,
To be held and to be kissed.