I MISS... - by Thalia Jones

 

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.