I Miss, by beccamarie Subscribe to rss feed for beccamarie

i miss it when you hold me tight
i miss being filled with delight
i miss being happy and gay
i miss seeing sun all day
i miss whole hearted laughing
and smiling so hard it hurts
i miss thinking life couldn't get better
i miss life getting better when i thought it couldn't
i miss the friends who didnt care what everyone else
thought,
who loved being who they were no matter what,
who shouted at the top of their lungs in the cafeteria 
and didn't apologize
I miss having fun and NOT waiting for something bad to
happen
But most of all I just miss how everything was.
Why did things have to change.
Posted: 2007-01-02 17:31:40 UTC

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2006-10-08 22:39:52beautyisinside
This poem reminded me of the way I was thinking a few years back.