if you ever said you missed me
I fear for how I would react
If you ever said you missed me
I wish I could hear those words again.
If you ever said you missed me
I would drop everything and come running
If you ever said you missed me
I think I would feel my lungs inflate again
If you ever said you missed me
I think my heart would start to beat again.
If you ever said you missed me
I would feel warm again
I’ve been so cold since you left me
So cold
Please say you miss me
About the Creator
The Lesions of Devotion
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
By Paul Stewart2 days ago in Fiction
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