A open letter to a cloud

I miss you're golden hair, how I buried my face and let you wrap me up in kashmir. 

How you could alone fill up a room with you're voice.

How you make me write cheesy poetry in the middle of the night cuz I miss you so. 

I was ready to give you my world, when all you wanted was to chare. 

I miss what we could have been

I miss where we were