I miss her smile and I miss her laugh
I miss her hair and her fair skin
The joyful presence is no longer around
What lingers is the shadow of what once belonged
She's not here but she is here, I just have to look for her
She's not happy nor is she smiling, because everything
That she sees is not real
Its just a sheer curtain to cover up reality
She is still in here, I just have to release her
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A Collection of What May be
PoetryThese are poems written by me of course. These were times of deep boredom and sometimes when I was going through a rough situation. But I spit these words out with out even editing them. Don't be too critical... please.
