Every night I lay awake thinking about you
And everytime I start to think of what to do
I really miss hanging out and talking on the phone
But now I’m standing here all alone
I miss when we would sit and cuddle on the couch
I even miss when you would act like a grouch
I miss feeling your arms around me
But I guess I just didn’t see
That you had something you didn’t want to talk about
And I don’t expect you to have everything little thing said right out
But when you want to start stating
Your problem; I’ll be here waiting
Because I really care for you
I just hope I mean the same to you
i miss you
I’ve been around the corner a few times, and maybe a bit cynical, so it’s kind of refreshing to me to see this vulnerable honesty. I hope that as you grow as a writer your work will always reflect this.