Miss You Poem by Miss Grace

Shivering lip tells lie.
Everytime our eyes meet.
How easily does the time fly,
And now we lesser greet.

I am worried about,
What we became.
Now I wanna cry about,
This situation lame.

My heart aches everytime,
I think about you.
It feels bitter and sour,
You realize do you?

We used to talk everyday,
Now we don't talk at all.
When ever we cross way,
I feel I am speaking to a wall.

How did it happen.
How did we become like this?
What on earth happened?
Why don't we each other miss?