Miss You
well I guess we are done
I suppose you have moved on
I'm sick to my stomach
the butterflies are dead
there's a ache in my heart
also in my head
the flirting has ended
the kisses are no more
nothing is yet mended
the ties are burning
but I am still yearning
I miss looking into your eyes
and feeling the temperature rise
you made me feel whole
you set a fire in my soul
but to you, was any of that real?
Copyright © Chamonique Knowles | Year Posted 2010
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