I Miss Him
The way he looks at me
When I’ve made him angry
It’s fury but I find it sweet
I poke the bear denying peace
The toilet seat is down
He is not amber around
Guess what I have a frown
Don’t want to poke bear now
I miss his eyes
I miss his lies
I miss his jokes
And claiming broke
When he stingy
Still loves plenty
Miss his face
All in my space
I miss his touch
I miss his love
I miss his voice
He fills the void
When I see him again
Will place my heart in his hand
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