I Miss You.

wrote about 2/3 weeks ago.

Don't point your finger at me

You told me forever.

But, damn baby,

we got caught up in some stormy weather.

The smell of cigarettes & Axe,

the last reminders I have left.

You stole my heart,

such a grand theft.

You hurt me, broke me

but I miss you so much.

You think you were angry?

Tell that to the wall I punched.

I am really gonna miss

your fingers in my hair,

you laugh, and your smile,

And your warm, calming stare.

Guess this is what I get

for finally falling in love.

Your hand just fit so perfectly in mine,

just like a glove.

But I won't worry,

I will let go - in time,

It'll just take some getting used to;

Knowing you're not mine.

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Very well put my friend, I feel you have spoken for a generation of people. Heartache and credence are now rife to seal those inside. Nice flow and imagery, well done!