I miss her.
I want to talk to her, the way we used to.
Before we knew each other as lovers.
I miss the giggles and fun.
When it comes to her,
I don't want to be done.
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Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
Done.
I miss her.
I want to talk to her, the way we used to.
Before we knew each other as lovers.
I miss the giggles and fun.
When it comes to her,
I don't want to be done.