I Miss the times that we shared.
When i felt that you cared.
I Miss the times when we would cuddle.
Because when you left i'd cry a puddle.
I Miss the times when you would just look into my eyes.
Feeling lucky to be chosen over those other guys.
I Miss the evenings we would lie in bed.
Everyone can relate. That one girl that is everything you want ! But whether it be timing, your own stupidity, or procrastination that pushes them away until their gone. The following is the realization that ensues.
Theres going to be at least one time in everyone's life where we meet that someone who needs that lending hand. Whether a family memeber somone outside of family, girlfriend, boyfriend whoever. I wrote this poem to reach that person I care about and other people along the way that will need me
I have no idea, but, "true confessions" sounded like the closest thing to biography, genre related. I realized now that it kinda doesn't XD
-This whole thing is, or will be, about daily things that go on in my life in the now; whether I dwell in the past, complain in the present, or raise my hea...