It aches of a hurricane
the winds of life,
my heart knows what it wants
with winds of strife.
My hands perminatly glued to my face,
with tears that seep from my eyes;
with the streaks of salt water,
swelling and pushing over my eye lids.
Soft cries in the night,
holding my pillow tight.
Tears falling onto the pillow,
hoping it turns to something real.
My eyes looking down
so I don't look at anyone,
I wanted you to know,
I miss you. I love you.
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I miss you with all my heart my one and only.
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