Missing you
The beautiful words he spoke unto me,
The sound of the letters he wrote to thee,
The way he held my hand so tight,
The way he cuddled with me in the night,
The sounds of my mind speaking perfect man,
The way that sound of crying broke in my hands,
When I found that he was not my meant to be,
It broke my heart because I charished thee,
Missing you in every way,
Missing you everyday!
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