Miss One

Miss the touch of your hand against mine,
Miss the feeling of butterflies within.
Miss one I truly love, and jet in despair
cause of the missing am starting to hate.
Miss one I truly need, jet it seems better
I wouldn’t ever see her again.
So I can end the pain of the upon my self
inflicted wounds of love, despair and hope.
Miss one I love, miss one I need, Miss one.
That I since I saw her can call my only love.