I miss you, more than the sun misses the moon,
more than the earth misses the wind,
more than dark misses light,
more than day misses night.
I don't hate you for what happened,
why would I hate someone I still love in a way.
It's different than before,
but still love all the same.
I miss just talking to you,
just hanging out.
Friendship can still survive,
still love but a different kind.
I know we both miss what we had,
but still let us be glad;
our time together
wasn't that sad.
You never know,
the friend love could grow,
bloom into greater than it was
maybe back into turtledoves.
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Poems: Thoughts
PoetryJust a few thoughts of an average person, thoughts of live and love, but also darker topics. Thoughts expressed as poetry.
