i miss you dearly
in the morn, in the night i do
do you miss me too?
walking on the crescent of the moon
alone like always, loving you through and through
you see the pitter patter of the rain
and grin at the glistening fall
my tears are spilling for your love, my dear
when you hold hands with her under willows
and smile like a secret born
i'll always love you
in the morn, in the night i will
when the words are cut between us because
you're pouring out what i want on her lips
like an eternal repose for your sins
i'll rest on the crescent when you need me
call out to me when you need my love
i'll give you tenfold and more than i can
that i'd burst from the ache
my heart descends
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i, you, & them
Poetryan anthology of poems poured from daily thoughts of just i, you, & them. heed the tags.
