'I miss you' is all I can say when what I feel is more than that
What do I do when I feel an overpowering surge of pain
I love you till the point it hurts
I try to cry it out but the streams of my tears are dry from the scorth of my love for you
Am I supposed to smile during this
I just want to hold you tight and never let you go but my frail arms get tired easily
But no matter how much it hurts, I'm never letting go
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WRITTEN BY VALERIE
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SERENADE
PoetryLove is a beautiful mess. To love is to agree to disagree; it is to know the differences and yet live in harmony. It is a line that when you tow, you need to choose laughter, tears, pain and joy. You choose to share them. And if you choose to love...
