To see you when i woke up,
is a gift that i didnt think it could be real,
To know that you did feel the same way as I do,
is a three-fold, utopian dream..
You did something to me that I could not explain,
so would it be out of line if I said,,
I MISS YOU..
Though you were not here,
I could still feel your presence by secretly see your picture,
I smiled bashfully at the pixel perfect,
starting to drift away,
by the thoughts of our limited time together,
it's like an old film, projecting the drama,
chapter by chapter
but what to do ?
I MISS U al0ot..
& I hate that feeling,it hurts damn soo much.. :'(( sob3
p.s / this is my 2nd time of composing poem eventhough a part of it came from a song,,
IMY is composed on late February, 2011..
once again, sorry for my bad English..