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A poem about the one that got away. |
| I miss the way you look at me, the way your eyes lit up. I miss the way you talk to me, the way words were never enough. I miss the way you hold me, the way I felt so safe. I miss the way you love me, the way your heart was my safe place. I miss the way you laugh at me, the way your smile would shine. I miss the way you kiss me, the way you showed me you were mine. I miss the way you touch my face, the way you made me glow. I miss the way you smile, the way your happiness would never quite show. I miss the way you say my name, the way it was music to my ears. I miss the way you make me cry, the way you kissed away all my tears. I miss the way you break my heart, the way you made me strong. I miss the way you and I are, the way we were never wrong. |