Missing is a strange thing

by charley   Feb 1, 2012


Missing is a strange thing
That I never thought applied to me
But now you've left, truly gone
I miss you with a fiery intensity
It burns and burns
It has no end
But when it comes down to it I know we're only friends
Missing is unfair
It creeps up sneakily behind me
And leaps to my side whenever you're not there
To hold my hand silently
I miss the warmth in your eyes
And the smile that plays on your lips
I miss fussing over your jumper, holding your hand and arguing over the colour of the sky
I just miss telling you things like this
There's a cold shiver this morning
Now I realise this is true
Please don't leave me now
Now I've fallen head over heels for you

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