Ms. Missing
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read
I gave myself a shot of something that was inside a bottle
It could be sadness, it could be poison
But suddently I felt
I was missing you.
I drink it till it pours,
came to me in the worst of the hours.
I was longing
for your kiss and voice.
I had no choice but to drink some more,
not long until I hear you knockin’ at my door.
Almost blue I felt
your arms around my neck
and then we danced till we fell to the floor.
All of the sudden I wake
it’s morning in the bed I’ve made.
Was it you last night or just a memory
that soon will eloquely fade?
