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a poem about things a person could miss about another person


Submitted:Jun 26, 2008    Reads: 162    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


I miss the way you were always here for me
I miss the way you'd make me smile
I miss the way you made everything seem okay
I miss your eyes, so calm and comforting
I miss your scent telling me when your near
I miss the way you'd wrap your arms around me
I miss the way you'd just listen to me
I miss the way you'd kiss me goodnight
I miss the way you knew me better than I knew myself
Most of all, I miss the way you're no longer here to do those things





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