Street Team Finest right hurr, wonder why they call me a Work of Art, from beauty to poetry i got the game coverd, check out my hot new poetry, let me know what you think

miss her

i miss her like i miss the sun after a long storm
i miss the way she would lay in my arms
im not a big guy, but she fit with me so perfectly
i miss the feeling of waking up and knowing im so lucky
i miss her cuz when i was sick she was my medicine
my best friend, my diary,
my compass pointing me in the right direction
i miss lunch wings with a extra side of her conversation
her beautiful mind, her calm patients
i miss the strentgh of a woman,
who can handle a kid from compton
and the weakness she had to deny my desires
never a cold night cuz she was on fire
even over the phone her voice brought warmth
i miss her and if i ever shed another tear
it will be for her, cuz she is still my earth
memories give me life like oxygen
daydreams take me back to that place again
her layin in my arms, our heartbeats playing a love song
damn i miss her, sitting here appreciating a real womans worth!!!!!