It's been days, weeks, no months <br />After all these years <br />You all I think about <br />I miss you <br /> <br />I miss you when we not talking <br />I miss you when we are talking <br />I miss having you around <br />I miss the sound of your voice <br />I miss your smile, your laughter <br /> <br />We have drifted apart <br />But I am holding on <br />Holding on with bleeding hands <br />Hoping that one day, you would turn around <br />Turn around and caress my face <br />Hold my hands, embrace me <br />Feeling your heart beat against mine <br />The sound of you breathing <br />Your warm breath against my cold skin <br /> <br />I miss having you around <br />I miss you each and everyday <br /> <br />(c) Lizelle Leasel Martins<br /><br />Lizelle 'Leasel' Martins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holding-on-62/
