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I miss you.
Let’s be honest, I don't miss you per say.
I see your sleepy aged skin. It's never been your beauty.
Let's see, I am reminded of that attitude that is less than pleasant.
Not your face, not your voice, what is it then?
How I miss you at all, at times, shocks me…
The idea of you that brought me here. It's that little talent that finds worthy of any attention. Hidden verses, that readers imagine the best of the best. A rhyming sequence that fools a many. A true gift to hide a fool. You got me again, smalls.
I read a poem the other day that brought up some very conflicting emotions. It reminded of a time when friendship was the best phase of most of my relationship. Once that changed it all went downhill. Romance has a way of overstepping boarding of reality, but rarely does it disprove it. Seeing the best of people for who they are and not for who I want them to be was a hard lesson to learn. Share a story with me about what someone taught you.
Do you have a love story? A broken heart from the one that got away? Do you have a story to share, but hesitate because you don't know who's reading? What is the sappiest post you've written?. Spam me with a link and let me see if there are others worst off? I think we all fall in love with a person while others fall in love with the idea of them.