I miss the time when we barely know each other
I miss the time when you first showed your glint of kindness
I miss the bliss you used to flash on your lips and the stare of stars on your eyes
I miss our gags that unravels my tiring ascent
I miss our kind of adventure, venting madness altogether
I miss your unrestrained thoughts about the world or even me
I miss that canvas before it was painted in black ink and scalding blood
I miss that little caterpillar before it had achieved it's wings and flight away
I miss the innocence before haunting shadows made it one of their ogres
I miss the frog before it turned into a prince, Cinderella before she turned into a princess
I miss everything the storm had taken away from me
I am missing something that doesn't exist anymore.
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