In many ways
I'll miss everything.
Everything in you
The natural way you walk,
talk,
look at me with your vast green eyes
The way you can make me shy easily,
Only 'cause you told some of our little things to our friends.
The way you let me
weak and sensitive
and with the words stucked in throat
The way you make me afraid of losing you and to say that
I love you.
And also the way you make me feel like right now:
Sitting in silence in the wrong room waiting for the right person
who'll never come.
You'll never come.
Lucas Santos, 07.10.2015
