Come back to me,
I miss the way you used to lay your head on my chest and I would watch you fall asleep.
You were cuter than a puppy with that smile while you slept.
Come back to me,
I miss the way your perfume would get on my clothes and they’d smell like you, Hell I’d smell like you.
You smelled like an angel from heaven.
Come back to me,
I miss the way our eyes would do most of the talking when our word failed each other.
Your eyes were the only drug that I craved.
Come back to me,
I miss the way we’d hold each other’s hand through all the good and bad times of life.
You were my anchor when the waves came crashing down.
Come back to me.
Come back.
~ Siddharth Rajesh
Batch 2021-23
