Missing You.

Some days, I want to see the world. 

Others, I want to sit in a chair, all curled

Some days, I want to sing and dance around.

Others, I want to sleep and in my bed; I'll stay bound

Some days, I want to draw magnificent pictures

Others, I want to be like water dripping in a pitcher.

Drip. Drop.

Drip. Drop. 

Some days, I want to kiss you.

Others, I want to fall in an abyss with you.

I miss you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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