Can you hear me?
I miss you
I miss the way we
Would get so lost in each other's
Eye's you always said
You liked the darkness of
Them quietly we
Would sit you on my lap
My arms wrapped around
You I miss you
I tear up thinking about you
About how we used to
Be caught up n them
Streets you was my light
Why why did I let go
I'll never know
I tried dating other girls but
All I see is you
They not you tho
So I feel like
I'm missing a part of myself
I love you
About the Creator
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