Some people are born with such beauty. Their aura and their grace never ceases to amaze me.
Every time I find myself caught thinking of them, I smile, Sometimes their friendship so valued I cry. Without justification most would dare to say, only in my eyes does it fit how I miss them. It seems though the further I get from their light the more I appreciate the shadows they shed . Soon I find myself begging for scraps. Addicted to the joy they give, but can't find. I want only the best, they deserve it, I'd know, but inside also I hunger for knowledge, I miss them, but honestly how could they miss me, a holy presence, so unearthly they glow, beside them I seem to be merely a growth flourishing in the second hand light that they've cast. Still I wish only one thing, deep down in my heart, I hope one day they'll see, themselves the exact way I look upon them. My love it's unending and as is the list of things I would do for the chance to know that
I too
am missed.
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Free verse Poetic expressions of the sentiments at hand
PoezieAn extremely random collection of unpolished poetry written in the moment I feel to be fit
