My Cure
Just a glimpse,To hold on too,
Baby I'm here,
Just missing you.
I miss your eyes,
I miss your face,
You're the flowers,
For my empty vase.
I miss your smile,
I miss your hair,
You're at home,
It doesn't seem fair.
I'll see you soon,
That's for sure,
Then my loneliness,
Will be cured.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-11-19 at 01:37
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