Whish You Were Here Poem by Brandie Mejia

when i look at you
i see someone who has never been in love
when you look at me
i see a young man who needs to be loved
when i talk to you
i can hear you calling my name
when i talk to you
i can hear you whispering sweet words
when you get quiet
you wounder if i hurd what you said
you know so much about me
i know so much about you
your becoming so precious i dont want to let you go
i love talking to you
i love hanging out with you
wish you were here
but your not
wish you could hold me in your arms
but your gone for the weekend
i cant wait till you come back
i cant wait till you hug me tight
maybe then ill give you our first kiss

this is you well you know who you are