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I miss the was you smiled when you got embarrased

and look down at your feet with the eyes of a guilty child

I miss the little freckles that traced your cheeks and nose

I miss the way you touched my face

You were so young, but your arms were so strong

I missed that you protected me from our world (Junior High) 

I miss you breath and your smile and your toes

I miss your stupid jokes and dumb pervertive glances

I miss your hair and the way you run your fingers through it

I miss your annoying crys for my affection

I miss the way you sat with me at lunch

I miss the way you defended me on the playground

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and I hate the way she smirks at me in the hallway 

 like your all hers now, like there are no memories

left behind

for me,

She's the ghost of S***s Present

and I'm

The Phantom of the Past

Only Faint memories to attempt, to remember

If she lets you remember

so remember this:

I miss the old you.

 

Author's Note

I expect terrible reviews for this. I do realize not much of a write, not much of a poem but every one needs a just sentimental thought on paper every once in a while. I don't mind if you review good or bad. knock yourself out. :/

Reviews

[MusicMartyrs]

it is not terrible, it's actually very good. i know what it's like to have a best friend who changes with age, it hurts but change is inevitable.
just a few mistakes i noticed:
1st line "i miss the was you smiled.." was ---> way?
7th line "I miss you breath.." you ---> your
14th line "like your all hers.." your ---> you're