• nifesthoughts 10w

    I miss you

    My hands misses the touch of its pen,
    Haven't thought about you for so long now,
    The thought of how you make me feel,
    How you ease my pain,
    The noise I make through my thought,
    All because I think of you,
    And put down my thoughts.
    It's been a while my friend,
    Since I last wrote a thought
    That bothers my mind all long.
    I miss you my dear friend,
    I so miss my pen on papers.