prompt: Grey skies, strong winds, warm kisses and missing you
Grey skies and strong winds,
im starting to think you’re all I can write about anymore because,
I’m here,
on the verge of tears and all I’m thinking about is how,
if you were here,
you’d call me baby and brush my tangled hair away from my eyes,
wrap your jacket around me, and give me a kiss thatll warm me like nothing else can,

you always kiss me in a way that makes me want to make myself some karak chai and write about my love for you,

I can’t wait to see you again
and feel all of it again,

but till then,
I’ll keep writing about you,
and keep missing you,
like its all I can ever do.

 

-26/1/17

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