Some days I was too drunk to distinguish between what was decent and what was not
Some days I was too busy trying to make myself happy
But days apart from those
I drown myself in your thoughts
The sensuality of your kisses
Then tenderness of your touch
The way you would smile and the way you would make me smile.
Some days I am guilty of infatuations
Some days I am guilty of flirting
No honey
Not because I am falling out of love with you
It’s because I miss being loved, and I am just human
I mean no harm.
Moments apart from those
I sing praises of your beauty, your love and your eyes
I recite tales of moments we created, the laugher and the sighs, the tears and our first kiss.
I live in an imperfect world, I am not perfection, I agree
But this is assured, I love you the most.
Today, I miss you.
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