19. Miss

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Feeling is either a curse or a blessing

It is in you how you see it

To me everything is gray

I hated that I loved you

Sleepless nights with you in my head,

Your smiles, your breath, your kisses

They're all fresh to my senses

It's not easy to forget you, you know

I see myself in the mirror and see you behind me

My eyes still yearn for you

My lips still desire you

My heart still breaking

They say don't play with fire

But I'll say don't play with love

Because scars are sometimes beautiful,

And heartbreak hurts like a motherfucker.

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