Monthly Archives: August 2015

I miss us.

I love to see love in your eyes
I crave for your handwritten letters
I like to nibble the inked finger of your.
I miss the smell of the dried ink in there..

I love to see the smiling eyes of yours.
The one that says that they belong to me.
I wait for you to laugh again on my silly jokes.
I miss those teary eyes after a hearty laugh.

I love to see my fingers locked in yours.
I fancy for those tickles in my palms.
I like the feel of a gentle touch of your fingertip.

I miss us.