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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

like a poetry slam thing.

Submitted: March 27, 2018

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Submitted: March 27, 2018



I miss already, the touch of you. Skin to skin. Eyes wide, I cant say anything but my mind is happy to. It races and screams. You're never coming back. Never. I'll never see your text saying you're here. Actually, I'll never get that call saying you're here because I missed the text. I miss walking downstairs ready to let you in, I heard your car door slam and your keys jingle. I open one door, then the other. Then I wait. I see your feet. Your legs. Your hips. Then you walk through, and smile. You giggle, everytime, then hug me. You annoy me and kiss me, but I love it. We walk in like theres nothing wrong with the world at all and we sit for hours. We laugh, talk and sometimes sit in a comfortable silence. For hours and hours. I had to say it again because it doesn't even feel like a minute. Ever. Then we lay in bed after a long night, and sometimes, we wrestle under the sheets. Oh, who am I kidding, every night. I loved it. You loved it. We were amazing together. 

When we'd wake, you'd think we would have morning madness, but no. We laugh and kiss and talk as if sleep never happened. 

I forgot, you're never coming back. Never. I'll never see your face again... 

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