Poetry

I Miss

I Miss

I Miss
The way your eyebrows lower whenever you get mad
I Miss
The way your lip pouts whenever you are sad
I Miss
The way you grab my hand when we walk around the mall
I Miss
The way you get angry with me when I laugh at when you
fall
I Miss
When you play with my hair when we sit and watch TV
I Miss
When we stop at Dunkin' Donuts and have a cup of tea
I Miss
The way you throw me down when you want to have some sex
I Miss
The way I grab your arm and then you start to flex
I Miss
When we used to drive around and somehow get lost
I Miss
When you bought me things, no matter what the cost
I Miss
The times we laid together in each other's arms
I Miss
Our drive from Maryland, as we passed by all the farms
I Miss
All the nice things that you used to say
I Miss
The time that you said, "Horsey, Horsey, Nay, Nay!!"
I Miss
Our drives Parkway South to Atlantic City
I Miss
When we gambled away all of our money
I Miss
Giving you a kiss before going home
I Miss
Seeing you everyday cuz I suck at writing poems
I Miss
Saying "I love you" when we are face to face
I Miss
Our trip to Toronto and Helen and her mace
I Miss
The "QUIHHHH" sound you make when you saw the sun
I Miss
All the times you used to call me HUN
I Miss
When you kiss my neck, it always made me laugh
I Miss
The man that I call my other half
I Miss
Pretty much everything that has to do with you
I Can't Wait
For our wedding day, when you reply "I do!"




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