Just like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her.
Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
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Will you miss my smile? Or the way I made you smile? Will you miss the way I hugged you tight? Through the times when You needed me in those nights
Will you miss my constant little chatter And my unending imagination And my philosophies at times
Will you miss having me around? Irritating you, Yet loving you so much
Will you miss the fact How I was ready to do anything Anything at all and all you had to do Was ask...
Will you miss my clumsy attempts at fashion Or that I never knew how to mix my lipstick Or that I'd never know the latest songs Or had never watched the trending videos...
Will you miss my not so perfect art Or the fact that I made little things And gave you all the most unique gifts?
Will you miss the way I always stayed lost Disoriented in every way and yet, I always understood what you wanted When you wanted it.
When I'm gone... Will you care to miss me? Think about me once in a while? Maybe utter my name Even if in your subconscious
Will you Even for once Miss me When I'll be just another name Amongst the ones lost
