how i miss
the good old days
when you screamed
and told me that you loved me
how I miss
the beautiful way
when you took my hand
and brought me far, far way
how i longed
on nights you slept
when the stars are bright
the angels wept
how I longed
like dark for light
like stars at night
just to have a glimpse
a glimpse of the future
a taste of the past
memories to remember
oh, how my heart longs
i'm stuck in the present
caged in existence
oh, how i miss, i wish
for one last dying
kiss
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pluviophile
Poetrypluviophile (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. - A poem collection about love, life and you, always you. - #92; poetry (5/7)
