《Poems》Like the time when we were teens.
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Your kisses don't feel the same anymore.
Your touch has lost the love I used to know
We are young, yet we are getting old
I know you but us I've never known.
Do you feel the same?
That we were probably better before we had a common name?
Remember the dates, the places we went.
Weren't we so happy back then?
Now we see eachother from afar
and force a smile.
On little things, we begin to spar
slowly growing hostile.
We share a bed
but we sleep on different sides
without any words shared
like strangers sharing a mundane life.
I miss being in your arms.
I miss you bringing me flowers
I miss that place we called ours
all those minutes
and all hours
I miss the times
you cried in my arms
at the thought of us
getting apart
I miss being your first thought
I miss that smile, on my face you brought
All that love, now turned to nought
For it's remains, my heart starves.
I miss when you feared loosing me
and hugged me ever so tightly
I miss when we waited for weeks to meet
and kissing you crazy the moment we did.
Now it seems to have
all lost somewhere
we are together now
but so far away.
I wish someday
you look at me
the same way
before you did.
I wish you hold me
the wat you you did
Like the time
when we were teens.
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