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What do I miss?

Butter Bun

Butter Bun

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I miss the sound of your anklets, when you walk towards me in the early morning.

I miss the aura of your skin, when you lean to wake me up.

I miss hearing "wakeup its time" in your husky voice, I miss the water drops you sprinkle on my face.

I miss the aroma of your coffee, I miss your little pecks on my forehead.

I miss pulling you back to bed, I miss those warm cuddles in the mornings, the giggles.

I miss your bossy looks, I miss the choice of your morning music.

I miss the early morning you, I miss the way you own me.

I miss the childish me around you, I miss the happy me.

I miss your presence !

I miss being loved !

I miss us !
 
Butter_Bun said:
I miss the sound of your anklets, when you walk towards me in the early morning.

I miss the aura of your skin, when you lean to wake me up.

I miss hearing "wakeup its time" in your husky voice, I miss the water drops you sprinkle on my face.

I miss the aroma of your coffee, I miss your little pecks on my forehead.

I miss pulling you back to bed, I miss those warm cuddles in the mornings, the giggles.

I miss your bossy looks, I miss the choice of your morning music.

I miss the early morning you, I miss the way you own me.

I miss the childish me around you, I miss the happy me.

I miss your presence !

I miss being loved !

I miss us !
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This post reminds me of that song cold/mess
 
Butter_Bun said:
I miss the sound of your anklets, when you walk towards me in the early morning.

I miss the aura of your skin, when you lean to wake me up.

I miss hearing "wakeup its time" in your husky voice, I miss the water drops you sprinkle on my face.

I miss the aroma of your coffee, I miss your little pecks on my forehead.

I miss pulling you back to bed, I miss those warm cuddles in the mornings, the giggles.

I miss your bossy looks, I miss the choice of your morning music.

I miss the early morning you, I miss the way you own me.

I miss the childish me around you, I miss the happy me.

I miss your presence !

I miss being loved !

I miss us !
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After this i started to missing you :blush:
Btw nice:inlove:
 
Butter_Bun said:
I miss the sound of your anklets, when you walk towards me in the early morning.

I miss the aura of your skin, when you lean to wake me up.

I miss hearing "wakeup its time" in your husky voice, I miss the water drops you sprinkle on my face.

I miss the aroma of your coffee, I miss your little pecks on my forehead.

I miss pulling you back to bed, I miss those warm cuddles in the mornings, the giggles.

I miss your bossy looks, I miss the choice of your morning music.

I miss the early morning you, I miss the way you own me.

I miss the childish me around you, I miss the happy me.

I miss your presence !

I miss being loved !

I miss us !
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The vely first tym I understood wot u wrote !!!! Loved it !!!❤️
 
Well poems mane me scribble too here is my
Miss you

​

Even now, despite the time
That's gone by since you were mine
I find at quiet moments
In my heart

That you've never left me, for
In my heart there is no door
Thus your memory locked inside
Must ere reside

Though my heart I've tried to sway
And move on to a new day
I fail in trying
For my dreams I can't escape

Where betimes you come again
And I feel the fire within
As its burns to see your face
And touch your skin

But though I hold you for a time
The dream turns so to remind
That we cannot be together
In this life

For the dream doth always fade
As I watch you slip away
And I'm left alone again
To feel the pain

As I wake and wonder why
Though a thousand times I've cried
Your wound never heals
Nor lets me comfort find

Perhaps written before time
'Twas a tale of you and me
Such to make the heavens weep
Upon its read

Wherein my fate is to yearn
So I'll wait the dream's return
Holding hope that someday...
It will never end
 
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