I missed her voice
and I missed her hands
I missed her words
and I missed her skin
for someone who claimed to
like best to be alone,
i feel awfully lonely.
I picked a rose from the bush she planted
and stuck it in the dirt,
and I decided that
when the rose began growing
into a new bush
then I would stop missing her
but the rose withered
and died
and so did she
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PoetryI have done everything in this book, and I would really appreciate if you don't steal them. May be triggering, please don't read if you're sensetive. Thanks x