I love ___, and couldn’t live without ___r smile, ___r touch, and ___r eyes. It is ___ that I see in my dreams, smiling at me (no surprise- ___ always were the gentler one). Someday I will be with ___ again, lover and friend. Until then, I bid ___ adieu.
Always ___rs,
Without ___.
"Without You" or "Something Missing".
One of those.
By the way- not writing this on personal experience.
Just thought I'd put that out there.
I'm not a completely hopeless romantic.
I'm still in denial :D
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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