How I miss the days when you were here, when you used to hold my hand and tell me it was alright. When your hugs meant the world to me, when I had no superior worries. I miss the way we used to be together, the way we sort of collaborated.
The way my world was perfect when you were around.

Now here I sit in this corner with tears kissing my face, whispering it will be alright. I wipe them away thinking to myself that I don't need them, then I realize that they are all I have. They help me cope a little, they are like little friends I have for the moment.
Sometimes tears kissing your face,
are the best kisses.