Miss You
Sitting at the edge of my chair
Comes crashing down a feeling uneasy and impaired dusk
That describe can only be like, a lovingly dispair
Sadness setting in, repelled by my needs
And seeing how the bees go, how the palms stand so tall
How can my heart feel so much yet express so little things
Fewer than before, have I become a viewer of you?
An outsider stands lighter, just with a light pole that makes it shine brighter
Through the night or at dawn
Why do I love you with no stop
Through the happiness, some at times
How you still manage to make me smile
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