Why do I miss you, every single day?
Why is it that I long for your presence, in every single way?
What's this feeling, it's so peculiar and change
If this is what liking you means though, I hope this will never change
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Poems
PoetryJust a book with the sole purpose of making a hundred poems for the girl that the author likes #62 in poem #9 in shortpoem #9 in shortpoems #123 in firstbook #141 in newbook
