isn't this enough?

December 10, 2015

whispers in these sheets

somebody tells me I'd better hide

your fingers are so far from mine

my ice too close to your heat

i think about you sometimes now

only sometimes

i miss you

it is so much more comfortable to hold your hand forever

than it is to hold my head for now

so I miss you

snd I don't ask where you are

i just miss you

will that be enough?

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