I miss you, yeah I do
Sitting on the fence all alone
Wondering how good we are
The blending of our taste.
The last scene was watching you eat,
And secretly smelling your skin
As I sat next to you.
God, save me from Karashika
They’re everywhere during the holidays
Spreading their wings around
Waiting for a pilot to drive them crazy
I’ll be just here
Romancing the memories we had
I miss you, yeah I do.
Also, see: Poetry and Short Narrations