I miss the way you'd burst through my door
Lockdown has a lot to answer for
I missed you as soon as you stopped calling
Even now the rain is still falling
Beg you now
Please burst through my door,
and we'll say no more
Hearing your name in my day-to-day
Is like a ritual
It's habitual
I know sometimes you don't like it,
but I think it's beautiful
Just know as I write this
You have my soul
I miss the way you'd call me a fool
You'd never understand my reasons for loving you
I missed you as soon as you stopped calling
Even now the rain is still falling
Beg you now
Call me a fool
I just want you
Hearing your name in my day-to-day
Is like a ritual
It's habitual
I know sometimes you don't like it,
but I think that it's beautiful
Just know as I write this
You have my soul
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
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Comments (4)
This felt so relatable and the yearning was so intense. Loved your poem!
This is definitely an obsession, very intense poetry. I would title this poem, Missing you badly
Didn't I hear this song back in the 90s? Excellent work!
I love the way you describe your love