How Much I Miss You
everyday when we hug and kiss goodbye
i fell like about to cry
i miss you from the second you walk away
i wish you could stay
stay and hold me
but i know thats what it has to be
i hate this fact
i wish you would come back
but i now you cant
you left me thinking about the second we spent last
it was a fact
my thoughts are alawys in a stew
becuase i miss you
This poem is about:
Me