For the past few days
We have gone silent
There's a piece of a puzzle
That is still missing
waiting for it to be found
I've been fighting the urge to not speak
There's something in me
That holds my voice
The voice that has been longing to be released
As they say,
"You will never truly appreciate something when they're gone"
The truth hurts
But missing you is the worst
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Poems For You
PoetryLife is a blessing and a curse. I write poems based on what I feel and what I'm inspired at. I also based it on what I see things around me. All of these poems was written by me so please don't steal or copy it. That's plagiarism. If anyone knew so...
