By mebostorm Oct 10, 2012

its these nights when i miss you most, Cold and quuiet, the air around me won't let me forget that you're not here Your company, i've never had, i do intensely miss The night looks extra bright tonight, as though we were to lay on the balcony counting stars in each other's eyes and dreaming of cares to come, together. So many times i thought so many girls were you, that wasn't true So i held and left all of them, searching for you, Seems you are not to be found in searching, but in waiting. Though patiently, patience eats away at me, i've gotten used to it. But! Its these nights when i miss you most. On this spring night when the scent of flowers blooming through the night and butterflies emerging out of their cucoons just in time to sprinkle spring magic at sunrise: I miss your smile, i haven't seen, but already know what it looks like Your laughter i haven't heard, but know what it sounds like Your hug, your eyes, your touch-lovemaking under the stars, But much more than this, i miss the feeling of being with you, happy or angry, sad or excited, quiet or loud or even loud silences and quiet noises-just being with you... Jah neh? Even though i haven't met you, its these nights when i miss you the most....

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