Miss You : 

• Katrina Gibson , Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2013

Miss you : 
I miss your eyes 
I miss the way you hold me tightly 
I miss you worm loving hugs 
I miss the way we talked and laughed 
And I missed the way you told me you loved me
Even theo we are not next to each other 
I can steel feel your arms around me 
I want to go back to December 
When you where next to me 
I know what I feel is true 
and I want to stop missing you 
Soon we will be together again 
And I want stop loving and missing you until that day comes.