I miss the way
you used to laugh and smile
and how your old baseballs caps
never went out of style
I miss the way
you used to hold me in your arms
and the way you said you fell,
instantly for my charms
I miss the nights
when we were together
and I miss how you told me
that you would love me forever
I miss the way
you would play with my hair
and then kiss me on my forehead
and say you'd always be there
I miss the sweetness
that you had in every touch
and I miss the way you'd forgive me
whenever I messed up
I miss the 'I love you's'
and the sweet goodbyes
I miss the way you would hold me
whenever I broke down and cried
But missing you
won't bring you back to me
so i'll have to accept
that this is how it's supposed to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem