I remember the way I missed you when only minutes have passed.
The times you said my name for longer they should've last.
When I called your name it left a sweet taste in my mouth.
Going along with your whims leaves my thoughts going south.
But now it feels so good creating by my self.
It seemed a bit better when I remembered you were someone else.
You made me hurt when you say you have to go.
And all the useless paintings of you- at the wall I want to throw.
And all is left are just thoughts and your ghost.
I don't beleive you already know I love you the most.
By A. Gordon
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Destined And Fate
PoetryCollection Of Poems in my Head. For anyone who enjoy poetry or poems that are Out there.