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I Miss You
“I miss you” are the common words to say But such a phrase barely whispers my ache. A newly made pain language is required Or efforts to say this I must forsake.
My heavy heart is full with thoughts of you In memory places down deep inside, Where heartache and pain tear tears wide open To fountain flows forcing a stormy ride.
Each day is painful full, but empty still, When you withhold the treasure of my heart, Missed moments meant for our common pleasure; Our talking, holding, wondrous melting part.
By this pain made poem rightly confessed, “Darling, I miss you,” I hope is expressed.
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