I lay in bed..
Thinkin bout the time,
when I woke up to a call..
with her voice,
making me smile
each and every single day.
I remember when we first talked..
I was nervous..
you said I was shy..
I remember your dreams..
Wild as can be..
I barely remember your laugh..
or the way you yawn..
or The way you sound.. when you first wake up.
the little things.. that make me smile..
makes my world go round..
She is my special someone,
the one I will always.. love.
I miss her.
This is subtly, mutedly beautiful...moving. Your screename is Dislocated Heart, though I believe it is in just the right place.10 ++ Caroline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
funny how it's the little things you miss most of all....like the sound of someone's voice....nice poem.