I miss the way you held me
Your fingers on my skin
I felt so small in your arms
I miss your eyes
The way you looked at me
I felt beautiful and loved
I miss your voice
I loved it when you sang to me
The sound was manna to my ears
I miss your lips
The way they felt on my own
When they connected I felt complete
I miss you
Just being together lauughing and having fun
When you held me close, I thought everything would be ok.
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