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.
Copyright © Sara Ponferrada | Year Posted 2024
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