A Poem for Him
The way he looks into my eyes,
When we touch I feel butterflies.
My heart sinks when we don't talk,
I really miss the way he walks.
I really miss the way you smile,
Felt like my heart was running miles.
I miss the way he used to hold me,
Felt like a teenager on the TV.
I want to know the feel of his lips,
Just the thought makes my mind do flips.
I think about him all the time,
He's the only thing that's on my mind.
I love the sound of his voice in my ear,
Wish I could lock it up as a souvenir.
I love our all day conversations,
Wish I couls give him confrontation.
About how much I feel for him,
His love sinks deep into my skin.
I miss you so much, so please come back,
Before my red, warm heart turns cold and black.
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