Missing her comes in tidal waves,
Yesterday I was drowning now I’m fucking surfing,
Her signature winning smile never fades,
But her big brown eyes are utterly devoid of the warmth of the said color
and tell a different story,
Her stare is blank yet so full,
Her face starved of emotion,
But at times bright like the moon,
And I need this broken down weird creature,
Sometimes I dream of myself trying to reach out for her,
But she’s nowhere near,
Just a fabricated image I’ve created.