"I miss the way you used to smile,
The way you screamed,
The way you cried.
I miss your eyes,
And how they shone.
Brighter than the sun.
I miss you hands,
And how they touched,
I miss your lips,
And how they kissed.
But most of all,
I miss your soul,
My soul,
That you took,
When you left."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
