I Hate You,I Miss You

January blooms again... memories of past caving in. When I close my eyes, I see you smiling. The first night I saw you, the color of your shirt The place we hid in, The scent of your breath. I still feel your warm caress. One year has gone away, the ghost of you I still feel. When will this memory shut, 'cos I hate it when you laugh. It's like an instrumental rock, giving me emotional attack! I wish this month will soon expire, Tomorrow morning, I'll walk a mile, Just to forget, Leave past behind. I hate when I miss you... Please, Be gone.