Missing Him Poem by cherish anderson

i lie here on my bed, thinking of what he's doing, is he thinking of me? does he miss me as much as i mess him? is he not thinking of me at alland having the time of his life?
i can't wait until the day we talk, so i can tell him how much i miss him.
i can't wait until i see those gorgeous eyes again. the moment i look in his eyes, i'll know that i wont have to miss him anymore.
i have to be in his arms once more. i dont ever want him to leave my side again.
i want to be with him now so i won't have to lie here and miss him.