WHAT I MISS.... - by Thalia Jones

WHAT  I  MISS.... by   Thalia Jones I miss how we used to be, So vibrant, so honest, so wild and free. I miss the way you would understand, Listen carefully and be there when I needed a hand. I miss our long, random talks at night, Our private conversations, Our silly little fights. I miss the way you could read my mind, Know what to say, When words were hard to find. I miss the way you could brighten my day, Make me forget the mistakes, Make the pain go away. I miss how you made me laugh, Hate how you made me cry, Loved how you said you would always be there, But once again, I forgot that everything you say is a lie.