I Miss You By meg
I love those times when it’s just us two,
Now I think to myself, I miss you.
Climbing the mountain, swimming, sharing my tree,
When I’m with you there’s no placed I’d rather be.
I can still taste your lips and smell your breath,
To be here without you is worse than death.
I look at our pictures and I’ll never forget,
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Man...I need to start writing poetry again.
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