How I miss the way his hand <br />Would fit perfectly <br /> <br />On the side of my face <br />And the way he looked <br /> <br />Standing in front of the sun <br />So it would silhouette his beautiful features <br /> <br />And I miss the butterflies <br />That would grow in my stomach <br /> <br />Every time we kissed <br />And I miss how I could write poetry <br /> <br />And love <br />And I miss the way his fingers, <br /> <br />Would push the golden flyaways out of my eyes <br />And I miss his strong hug <br /> <br />When his arms would wrap around my entire body <br />And I would look into his soft warm eyes <br /> <br />So deep and blue <br />And we could talk about everything <br /> <br />Anything <br />And I miss how his slightest touch would <br /> <br />Send chill bumps down half of my body <br />And the way he looked <br /> <br />Standing in the sun <br />With his long hair <br /> <br />And creative mind <br />And his aviators <br /> <br />I miss his letters and his calls <br />And how we would stay up until morning <br /> <br />Talking on the phone, expressing our endless love <br />For each other. <br /> <br />Now I have no more tears <br />And I miss the most <br /> <br />That unexplainable feeling <br />Just him and the security I felt knowing that <br />Someone loved me so much <br />For who I am <br />So different <br />No one will ever look at me that way again <br /> <br />And how<br /><br />Brooke Hippie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-sweet-memories/
