>i dont think about you much
anymore
but today i miss you

    the way i miss ideas
an ending to that poem i never finished
but simply dont care enough about
    the way i miss the summer
only to realise its not yet the time for flip-flops
and i wish for something else
    the way i miss having someone to miss
but your smile always outweighed my principles
and i already drew a line too many times

but still, today..