I miss you today.
I miss you every single day.
I just keep on missing you.
I want to hug you so tight.
I want to kiss you, make love with you until nothing make sense anymore.
I want you so bad.
I pray God will not forbid this too much wanting.
All this wanting I have for you, keep me awake all night, dreaming someday I'll get to have you my love.
This seems to be a selfish love,
is it again?
Is this the only kind of love I will ever have?
Please, tell me I am wrong.
Tell me that this love is shared by two.
Tell me that you want me too as much as I want you.
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It's Not About Us (But What If It's About Us)
PoetryHe / She simply doesn't like us. Period. Sometimes it's hard to get that. That the idea is too foreign. We keep on asking and telling ourselves, "Why not? I am a limited edition, he / she will not find anyone like me." There is a bunch of reasons th...
