All I Do Is Miss You

Your hands on me felt natural, like our skin was meant to touch. Our contours fit like puzzle pieces, My heart had felt too much. I studied your face, like a painting signed by God. I felt like you loved me. It somehow was a facade. I want to feel that way again, I want that only with you. But you don’t wish to see me, you thought we were taboo. I wish to hear your voice, that it would become my alarm. That I would knock my walls down, comfortable to disarm. Since then I haven’t seen you, since the day we shared a kiss. I’ll forever wish you loved me, now I simply reminisce.