Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

I miss

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
I miss my best friend,
my sweet caring friend,
who's not only my friend
but my love.
I miss his lips,
I miss his voice . . .
I miss his comforting hugs.
They say I need space,
that I need less of him,
but this couldn't
be more false.
Do you see my face?
How my smile is gone?
It's because
he's been absent
too long.



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback