Blues and Pink

I miss you, a little too soft like the sun rising ~ and a little too hard, a little too much when the the sun sets, the skies are painted blues and pink.

I miss you so bad, I can't compare. How am I supposed to find you? when all I had here is a map that leads nowhere, the map that tells only about your soul. No details about your name, where you live, no pictures of your smiles, of your eyes that I'll surely love ~ but they say this map will take me to you, but my dear I miss you so much please come and tell me now.

If I were to count the days, my fingers will only bleed, for I have waited for so long now. Though I would admit I was afraid I might be waiting in vain, but darling when you love, you give it all. You pour all of your soul, you give your heart, and belive me, I haven't been this brave for fighting like this with the knowledge that victory is uncertain. Still I miss you, and these fingers would bleed more for a thousand days without your smile.

Oh dear, I miss you, softly in the morning as the rising sun reminds me of your warmth ~ I miss you, badly when it sets and the moon shines, and I start to realize I have to watch it alone.