I miss his smile, his laugh, that deep voice of his,
I miss his mouth, his lips, perfect teeth, his perfect eyes i miss those too.
I miss his words, his humor, his intelligence, his non conformist and cynical attitude.
His own opinion, his teachings, i miss being taught by his wisdom.
I miss his hands, his fingers, his waist his broad shoulders, yeah i really miss those.
I miss his breath, the scent of his body, i miss that too.
I miss his immaturity, it always meant something to me.
He doesnt miss any of that about me. Maybe a little
But not nearly at all.
-A_Riot
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