"Miss"
There was this guy who makes me smile,
He always does and always tries
Whenever I'm in a bad mood or feeling down,
He's always there so I wont drown
I got used to his presence and his jokes,
His scent, his voice
Every inch of him is what I miss,
It drives me nuts—
Just the thought of him
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Chaotic Thoughts
PoetryA compilation of what I want to voice out yet just stayed in my chaotic thoughts. Hidden, unspoken, almost forgotten but still remains.
