"do you miss me?"
she asked
i missed you even before you left
i knew it was ending
i missed you since i lost you
i miss you when i am doing good
i miss you when i am doing bad
i miss you when i look at the moon
and wonder if i will ever move on
but i just said
"no"
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the art of life
Poetryfalling in love is like becoming a new person. everything seems either beautiful or ugly. or all of it. because love can make you feel both.
