Missing (this) someone
Makes me come undone
Am I the only one?
Everything is better in two
Especially when it's me and you
Our lives were rough
Therefor we have scuff
We tried to polish each other's surfaces
But we did it in the wrong place
We were bruised and used and accused
Of things we are not
Later on we were amused
By the people who said and did these things to us
We let the pain run out of us like puss
We thought that together we are strong
But we were wrong
We hurt each other more
Then we were ever hurt before
Missing you
Makes me blue
Missing you
Makes me sad
But even more mad
I let you get hurt and then I left you battered and bruised
I ended up making you feel used
I am filled with envy
Because she has you now
You were her endow
Her treasured gift she'll never give back
Missing someone
Is the most painful thing life has
But alas
I put that pain on myself
The trophy for 'worst person of the year' now sits on my shelf
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Mysteries of myself
PoetryPoems and random thoughts and feelings I have sometimes. I have poems of other poets in here too. I wrote who the poet is with his/her poem! I am only human (unfortunately) therefor I do make a spelling mistake/typo or two, so please feel free to co...
