I do not miss the cold cold nights of loneliness,
or the hot sun beating on my bare back.
I do not miss the conversations with myself never shared,
or the ones with friends left behind.

I do not miss stretching on that single bed,
or curling with only myself.
I do not miss touching the air beside me,
and knowing nothing was there.

I do not miss the unfulfilled feathered fantasies,
dreamed of every night.
I do not miss my innocence of love,
before you came into my life.

I do not miss the total darkness.

| | His Fantasy | Dead Wilted Flowers | Fantasy | My Heart | Laughing | Masks |

| My Past Life | My Prayer | Stupid Girl | Fairy Tale | Without you | Gone | Secret Competition |